Scribble

Scribble

Running after tomorrow

Chasing the unseen

Growing older with it

Future is far

Long like a river

Moments are forgotten

The last moment 

The last day

MOMENTS

The distant sounds slowly breaks into me

The bittersweet memories

Makes its pathway into my heart

Connects the past and present

Present makes the past, 

Future will become the past

There is no past, there is no future

If we don't welcome the present

Some makes my heart weep

Some makes me ponder

I'm like a bird with a broken wing

For i can't execute 

What my psyche says

It says thousand things...