Walking around the world
Full of dreams, expectations
Not choosing to exist
But finding oneself breathing
It's all vanity
Born of a woman
Then the circle starts
The fight for survival
It's the same for everybody
Well, it has its similarities
Childhood,
The first step taken
Innocent, harmless, stupid
Dependent on older beings
After that,
Comes the teenage years
Not a child, not an adult
This is when strong feelings are born
Dreams are set ablaze in one's heart
And the need to be independent is evident
Adulthood comes too fast, running in maybe
Sticking in its ugly head with all the responsibilities
The need to make an impact, the thirst for greatness
But then it's all useless isn't it?
Because old age surely comes
And sometimes death comes first
Like a ticking bomb,
Tick, tick, tick and then boom!
YOU ARE READING
Ab"sin"the
PoéziaPoetry that comes right from the heart, and is born into existence.
