Every second the world is changing.
Everyday is a new season,
And yet, time is never ageing.
What is now, isn’t anymore by a minute,
And I was scared it’ll remain forever.
Now, only memories remain.
But do memories remain forever?
Cause I have heard them fade away,
Like the echo of a cuckoo’s song.
Time does play funny tricks,
Every bad second stretched until it breaks into two,
Bringing more bad to you.
Every good moment remains until the eye blinks.
That’s the bad thing about goodness,
Always standing at the brink,
Waiting for one slight error of perception with a pinch of doubt,
To fall down the deep steep into the arms of time.
We then start hoping for time to open it’s arms,
And release all that’s beyond the calculation of seconds, minutes and days.


Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )


Connecting to %s