Like a journey through the maze,
Riding on hope, faith and belief;
Stumbling, falling rising, with little time for relief.
Hasn't life but passed by in a haze?
YOU ARE READING
Scribbled Echoes
PoetryPoetry based on the everyday attempt to be and do better. Just day in and day out happiness, sadness, fears, and hope. I hope it resonates with you as much as it does with me.
