This days are the symbols of snares
All I done is facing them with prayers
Then i left it rolling on the close edge
While watching from my window ledge
Then my soul was crying for this life
Even when It was aware about its strife
Remember no house on earth for the dead
While the cold grave is our only deathbed
Where is the kings who owned the earth
They all dead but earth still giving birth
Still we'll all taste the cup of the death
It does not matter what you do achieve
What matter the image that you leave
How many bridges i have crossed
In events that got me tore and tossed
I built many dreams and many goals
While time wiped them in tale of trolls
My soul published it, then death will pleat it
I still have many graces as in shade to sit
And think about the image that would fit
A reminder of who I was before I quit
Not every bridge we cross looks the same
Maybe same events but not the same name
Not the same experience or the results
Some can be painful and some really exults

Author/ Aladdin Aures H.