Maybe the end is near,
Or it is already here
Waiting for us to come clean
The war that we thought will be ended of a year
Last longer than we've ever have seen
Our hatred for each other is stronger
Than our faith to our people's power
Hypocrisy is crispier and colder than ever
Like a white breeze of a dying winter
Glittering roads
From the sun's heat, it will explode
Hot or cold
Coffee and Words and World
In or out Regrets always comes out
Via North through South
Is the taste is enough for our mouths?
Live and will always die
Die and will always lie
Potions and poisons
We brew and drink
Wishing that hopefully, our problems will shrink
And our minds stop to think
Sadness through madness
The power of art I harnessed
In the middle of the night, we cry
In the middle of the day, we try
The Knight's swords of sorrows
Will reveal the two roads
The stars and the planets will be aligned
Altering the realities of our tomorrows
Before I said goodbye
Let me give you some lie
I don't know what is the lie
This is the end of a line.
YOU ARE READING
THE CLOUDWALKER
Poesía𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐃𝐖𝐀𝐋𝐊𝐄𝐑 (𝗘𝗫𝗣𝗟𝗜𝗖𝗜𝗧) - Living in my own words is better than to suffer your world. "THE CLOUDWALKER" is a collection of poems about the feeling of not belonging to the world, feeling of being trapped in the past, presen...
