Now I am headed up
Leaving just footsteps behind
Breaking the strings that bind
None shall stop me now
Nor break me now
For I have realised the purpose of being; Alive…
I’m heading for the heights
Where no traces can find my trail
I’ll be someone
Not being someone. ,but me
Time ain’t your buddy….Nor is it mine,
It’s merely a mirror….
Time is either used or misused,
Time seems to resonate,bygone, gimmick
Yet seems to slay on eternal vibes….
Time travels,…Time forgives choices
It seems generous at times ….But it ain’t
And never will be ..
Time triggers life…Time conceals life
Time terminates life…..Time shows hope
Time inspires sense groomed whereabouts .,
Time brings you down at times too,
Time is time
Has no braced handcuffs ,bribing it’s being
It’s the best mirror you would ever have….
And seldom; resonate misery, throughout the lifetime
But the hardest part is ,you are compelled to live with those unsolved miseries to move on
And as the days pass by , you walk away to set yourself free and stop bothering people…This doesn’t mean you are running away though…
Not all who walk away ,are running away