Just like the old times.
A bruised soul.
Some shattered faith.
And the future like a gaping black hole.
Nothing in hand.
Nothing up the sleeves.
Nothing in mind.
Nothing to lose, nothing to keep.
A faint hope.
A flickering light.
A doomed journey.
A choice which seems more wrong than right.
Just like the old times.
A bruised soul.
Some shattered faith.
And the future like a gaping black hole.
Nothing in hand.
Nothing up the sleeves.
Nothing in mind.
Nothing to lose, nothing to keep.
A faint hope.
A flickering light.
A doomed journey.
A choice which seems more wrong than right.
Just like the old times.
4 comments:
Just Like the Old Times....
A choice.....!!
nice expression...
Thx yayawar.
The old times are a romantic myth, they're never really what we thought they were.
I agree Mo :)
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