Time just ticks,
zipping by,
never a chance ,
to....
look, find, search
It's a race,
with no end nor beginning
but we keep racing
to nowhere
hoping, searching
a place we call home
to create a story
which won't send the dead,
back to their graves
Speeding,
Rushing,
dashing,
For what?
Where are we going?
Where will we end?
What's the whole point of this?
Life....
It's all we got
it's all we race for,
to make a story
an unforgettable story
yet we're all a lost soul
without a light to guide us
but ourselves
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Poems of life
PoetryA group of untitled poems I personally wrote, from time to time within my life. I don't write poems often but when I do it will be posted on here. Hope you guys enjoy them.
