Idly wandering the grounds of reality,
I look as the leaves changes the colour at the tips,
An understanding comes with astounding clarity,
The change is near, the change is here,
My life supposedly moved forward,
While I was turning the page to look at yesterday,
It's due my time I should look at it in the eye,
The time of opportunities are here,
And here I am, the moth seeking perseverance,
Surely the weather has changed for the better,
The leaves seem dull but the change is beautiful,
The ground is laden with yellow leaves,
The ground is shining like gold,
It would surely mean a better path for a better tomorrow.
Apr 16, 2018
Apr 16, 2018 at 4:13 PM UTC
Idly wandering the grounds of reality,
I look as the leaves changes the colour at the tips,
An understanding comes with astounding clarity,
The change is near, the change is here,
My life supposedly moved forward,
While I was turning the page to look at yesterday,
It's due my time I should look at it in the eye,
The time of opportunities are here,
And here I am, the moth seeking perseverance,
Surely the weather has changed for the better,
The leaves seem dull but the change is beautiful,
The ground is laden with yellow leaves,
The ground is shining like gold,
It would surely mean a better path for a better tomorrow.
A story of a wanderer.
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