Ephemeral entities envisioning eternity,
Unreal but true
We keep chasing the dreams,
Hoping that a day will come and
We will be nineties and hundreds.
How early have we forgotten of
Those who died in their -teens and -ties age?
We all, are shadows, the fading shadows,
Awake when it is the morning and
Fading away in the dark nights,
When the night comes for each,
No one knows.
For the night isn't as the closing of the day,
It's a night that could come in the morning, noon, or later.
Shadows with dreams tied to their necks,
And as life moves, it moves,
And as life stops, it stops.
Shadows, with different shapes and phases,
With different case and faces,
In different cave and places,
We all are shadows.
Only the light reveals us and when light passes,
We follow. We are subjects to one,
And we are one, ourselves,
For each man has just a shadow
When he stands in undivided light,
We are shadows of eternity-
We only dream it, we don't live it.
Thank you for your time.
My pen doesn't bleed, it speaks, with speed and ease.
Still me,
My tongue is like the pen of a ready writer.
Olawalium; (Love's chemical content, in human form). Take a dose today; doctor's order.
