The time is running so fast
Yet things are moving slow
The light about tomorrow so dim
Yet, I kept hearing a whisper
There are better days ahead
There is hope for tomorrow
The fear of the unknown exists
What an eventful present
Some say its destiny
Some people say it's fate
Wishing the hands of the clock be drawn back
Many laugh abound
The road is rough
I have the conviction
Close to the end of the tunnel
Bright light awaits.
Just a little poetry written years back.
It feels good to post after few days off.
Yet things are moving slow
The light about tomorrow so dim
Yet, I kept hearing a whisper
There are better days ahead
There is hope for tomorrow
The fear of the unknown exists
What an eventful present
Some say its destiny
Some people say it's fate
Wishing the hands of the clock be drawn back
Many laugh abound
The road is rough
I have the conviction
Close to the end of the tunnel
Bright light awaits.
Just a little poetry written years back.
It feels good to post after few days off.