A new year
Adding a number to the age
One year less to go
The life is so unpredictable
Mortality is real.
This could be my last
Isn't it a thought
The end will be my new beginning
Won't it be beautiful
A start with a finish.
It has been a year
And the day is back
A constant reminder
Of a time before when I didn't exist
But then I appeared
To be a speck of universe
So very tiny part.
The day after the day
Is a withdrawal,
No greetings, no messages,
Just left over piece of cake,
But here is the reminder
Call this friend,
It is his birthday now.
If the pattern's unpredictable
What can I depend on
What does it mean to need someone
As far as I can tell
I don't even need myself
My heart doesn't beat because I say so
It beats for its creator
It beats because that's what it was made for
I tried to follow reason
It only took me so long
To see that all creation
Begins with the uncreated one
After the hypothesis and details
It was pretty simple
Our sin broke the system
And still your love persisted
That I never could have predicted
Day by day the rules has changed..
When the words false it's mean nothing..
The mission always same..
But the ways are different..
This is not mission impossible..
This is mission unpredictable..
How could the mission changes the rules..
Everyone didn't understand..
The way we look are different..
We have our eyes to be understood..
We have glasses to fill it full..
We have our opinion..
The mission didn't change..
But our mind are changes..
Let happens will be happened..
With all the happiness in the past..
With all the sorrow in the present..
With all the kindness in the future..
We are didn't change..
Our minds take the control..
The way we look..
The way we see..
The way we think..
The way we feel..
Hope everything gonna be alright in the end..
It's a bitter dance with fate.
He twirls me and I reply by stepping on his toes,
because I can't dance to such a foreign beat.
And fate is whisking me away,
moves unreliable and messy,
barely better at dancing than I am.
This can't last forever.
Eventually, we'll grow tired
of the confusion and unpredictable moves
each other will make.
And we'll break away to take our own steps,
off the dance floor and towards the buffet
where we gorge ourselves on the future
we choose for us.
The things we know will be what we want.
Fate cannot control us here,
He cannot lead us away on a mystical journey
going off into the misty evening.
At least, not until we open our eyes and realize:
We always come back to the dancefloor.
and Fate comes in many forms.
Do you ever wish
On what peeves you most
To just dissipate?
I wish that I wasn’t so late
In learning when someone
Chooses to be filled with salt
And infectious contempt.
A warning system
Would be a nice addition
To this life of mine!
People are so unpredictable. It gets annoying at times. Apparently I have the polar opposite mindset of what a writer should have. But ***** my brain. Writing is fun!
I thought you'd fix the pain inside.
Your eyes left me nowhere to hide.
Naked, vulnerable, on top,
I sat there, sensitive to touch.
It didn't fix the emptiness,
I think it made it worse somehow.
The rifts inside my soul grew wide
as all the love we had poured out.
I want to be a magic like nature
Unpredictable but admirable.