OUTBURST OF THOUGHTS
we stand right there
next to nothing
watching as the trust we once had
in ourselves wane away
we are surrounded by many
but nothing is as they seem
our minds keeps growling with questions
but to find the right answers
is like searching for a needle
in a haystack
where do we go from here?
there is a road to thread
where we would have to walk
side by side with failure;
a companion for quite a while
it stares with the eyes of terror
and its mind encased by a passion for torture
with each step taken, the journey
seems farther than expected
but left to us a choice to make
for how long we would walk
before the stoppage point
life is beautiful
but as much as we can
imagine it to be
time flies sooner than we could decipher
but sooner and faster as it could be
it enables for events to occur
like the failures of the past and
the victories of now or vice-versa
what can we possibly say about
the then and now
tomorrow waits at a distance
today is yesterday's future
and here it is fading away
as it becomes a past for the morrow
we are stuck in the dreams of yesterday
and the walls of our fears are closing in on us
the smiles on our faces gradually wither
because we made the less important, very important
yesterday is dead and gone
the thoughts of today
is what the future awaits
as a man thinks in his heart, so is he
we lay blames on yesterday
for not being what it should
but my frail conscience once told me
we made yesterday whatever it was
how better could it have been?
when to the best we could acquire
of ourselves, oblivious we remain
the yearnings of our hearts are daunted
by the constraints imposed
by the extent of our thoughts
we are at a crossroads;
where we could right the wrongs
before even the right goes wrong
