Life is a dream
And I am a dreamer
My hopes and faith rise
every day with the sun
Its a new day and things will be good
I say to myself,
and that I will be happy today
But every evening
Takes with it all that it had brought
Leaving me distraught
The heart and its emotions
are culprits of human misery
They search the dreams I have dreamt
They lead to expectations unkempt
I ruin myself with these wasted emotions
and my life goes on every day
In prodigality - wasted away
on emotions that die everyday
and for life, love and relations
that will end with my Death someday.
8 comments:
i wonder if it does really end with death...
yeah, there is always a probability of rebirths and "life after death" phenomena
wow!! tht was quite something..you know i wish sometimes i could actually talk to someone dead..weird i know..but i would like to know wht it is that we all are so scared of..is death really that bad?
It's not death we are scared of, as you put it in your question, but I think it is the consequent loss of life, quite paradoxically put, that we all shudder to think of.., and an element of uncertainty that scares us.
update already lady!
posted new post and commented on ur post too.
Heard melodies are sweet but those unheard are sweeter :)
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