What we do …

Its when the earth stops in time and we feel years older,

Like the other side would never appear, but we sigh and wait, shoulders heavy.

Time rests on them, weary and slow but leaves fall and grow,

We look out and then don’t, O winds of change – please stroll by.

Hope and Hurt last a lifetime, they don’t disappear with autumn,

Unperceivable emotions, helpless and lonely, distraught and victimized

A face rendered unknown, where can one go and towards which light

Is it an illusion, mocking our existence or is it a final calling?

The hand that deals has nothing to do with will or luck, he gives and takes,

We play with the experience, a skill and a forbidden threshold.

With the wall in our face, lessons taught and learnt seem worthwhile or not,

What you want, you never get – ha, something that defies even time.