and on they walked
with thoughts floating about in their heads
with resolutions tied closely to their flesh
and their mortality soaked in anticipation of the unknown.
they follow the drumbeat of time
and slowly they are hypnotized by the monotony of the world
the silent melancholy of their yesterdays plays across their heart
the recognized the tune
cos it had played before
but somehow they think its different
how could it be?
they aren’t any new demons to fight
just the old one in a different attire.
and on they walked..
on the same path they did yesterday
with the same thoughts that was on their mind yesterday..
.
Apr 7, 2017
Apr 7, 2017 at 6:14 PM UTC
and on they walked
with thoughts floating about in their heads
with resolutions tied closely to their flesh
and their mortality soaked in anticipation of the unknown.
they follow the drumbeat of time
and slowly they are hypnotized by the monotony of the world
the silent melancholy of their yesterdays plays across their heart
the recognized the tune
cos it had played before
but somehow they think its different
how could it be?
they aren’t any new demons to fight
just the old one in a different attire.
and on they walked..
on the same path they did yesterday
with the same thoughts that was on their mind yesterday..
.
