Friday, 8 January 2016

Face to face

I'm face to face with my life
Questioning myself deeply
A few weeks to my oblivion
Life is a sincere revelation

I realize I'm such a fool
I have achieved nothing
And the world is beyond
My futile grasp to hold

My nerves are bit shaky
Nights slightly dreamy
I see several flashbacks
Lost corners of memory

The day I sat on the beach
Waves roaring as I held
Tiny seashells lost in sand
Riddled with many colors

And this vision tells much
About my past, present
And my upcoming future
Which now slowly unfolds

Roaring sea of uncertainty
Will always be threatening
But will still wash seashells
For us to cherish and keep

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