I got a fetish for neglecting things that I should cherish.
Once I realize its true value, those moments have already perished.
Who's at fault when our time becomes essence-less?
When we begin to question our coexistence.
How do we make each moment resemble something of elegance?
Time must be at our mercy because time is merciless.
Forgive my sins and all my sins that may become friends.
The time I have left only depends.
Many circumstances.
Moments left up to chances.
I surrender to pessimistic thoughts on multiple occasions.
Only make moves when motivation is provided by mental persuasion.
Or when exteriors give me a motive.
Sometimes I fail to see the reason for the worth of pursuance.
Coagulated thoughts then become a nuisance.
Time never waits, so I watch time with prudence.
So maybe my time can be continued, rather than in conclusion.
Ungrateful
Ungrateful
Last edited by m.n.i.w on June 8th, 2015, 10:03 am, edited 1 time in total.
- judih
- Site Admin
- Posts: 13399
- Joined: August 17th, 2004, 7:38 am
- Location: kibbutz nir oz, israel
- Contact:
Re: Ungrateful by m.n.i.w
m.n.i.w.
good powerful rhythm
cool that you end in 'conclusion'
gives push to think about what you said
good powerful rhythm
cool that you end in 'conclusion'
gives push to think about what you said
Re: Ungrateful by m.n.i.w
nice piece..much to ponder here...some of which I can directly relate to...great opening line !
If you do not change your direction
you may end up where you are heading
you may end up where you are heading
Who is online
Users browsing this forum: No registered users and 59 guests