Enough of dreaming and enough of sleeping
Waking up before the alarm went off buzzing
The body is more than willing to jump out of bed
The eyes are closed lingering in thoughts
Today, this morning, it does feel different
The air is cold, and ultimately, a storm is brewing
There seems to be a some sadness lurking
But it will not dampen the spirit in anyway.
Thoughts of yesterday, remain at its path of past
All the sacrifices, no more, no more than just plans
No promises were ever to be mentioned anymore
The selfishness complicates the self righteousness
The battles are no more than just a momentary insanity
Today, this morning, the heart is as cold as the air itself
The passion is brewing like the storm outside.
There is certain doubt that arise in how much one can do to heal
There is certainly expectation in the making, when there is doubt
There will be discrepancies when there is imbalance for its expectations.
Though it is true, don't do unto others what is not wished upon oneself
Yet much has been undo cos of the promises which is yet to unfold
It will be most difficult for one to complements the rest of the world
Yet not impossible for one to make a change that will affect others.
A realization that the world is standing alone, on its axis
One soul less or one happiness sought, or one sadness shows
So what!
The universe itself will keep track of its statistic
Shall evolve to balance it accordingly.
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