Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Oct 2017
You could say it's gold
That it heals all wound
Or an illusion
That cause the world's evolution.

It can build. It can destroy.
It can make us happy or else it could annoy.
Too long? Too short? We have all been given.
Life's not fair when the clock is tickin'.

The past shapes who you are.
Whether you stick with it or go afar.
They say past is not important of who you wanted to be.
After all it's just a piece of unwritten history.

The future holds what lies within.
It could be worse or better;nobody has seen.
The future is like a box which is inside you couldn't see.
What's it looks like is still a mystery.

The present is a spontaneous series of events.
Where decisions are made whether or not it is meant.
Go ahead. Give your head a lift.
It is called present cause it was always been a gift.
A
Written by
A  24/M/Phillipines
(24/M/Phillipines)   
224
   Toriana
Please log in to view and add comments on poems