Thursday, 23 February 2012

Dream on (Paragraph Poem)

What makes our life so special is the fact that we are mere mortals who exist only for a time; because in truth any moment might be our last. We are constantly cheating death with every breath we take, its true. Our fantasies could be our greatest comfort and yet our biggest setbacks. Youth and old age is but a mile apart, for some, then the journey starts all over again for another. Those who accept this blissfully are free. Those who accept it not are in misery. And though we dont think about that moment consistently, we acknowledge the existence deep down in the inner parts of our soul with each aching moment that the fantasy is indeed a reality. Why should we, why should anybody, obsess about that moment continually? We should not for there is no time to dwell on the uncertainty, there is absolutely no time to.

Mythical_Poet
8 January  2012.
Inspired

1 comment:

  1. A miracle poem, another 'wow' poem. Dont remember the thought process leading to it, didnt ask questions - just wrote

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