Who would have known
that hope comes at a cost?
It rises up like a
phoenix from the ashes of the lost
No reset, no rewind – never
mind
What is time, anyhow?
Nothing but
perception- such a misconception
There is no before or
after in the segments of space
The cognition of time
is a relative race against nothingness
A reality that
dissipates without active consciousness
Day by day, it is we
that make up this story and rhyme
A concept we abide to
our lives through
An endless cycle is what it comes to
If only I could give
you two gifts
I would impart a new
reality
Where time is
limitless and hope is its companion.
Time to live and time
to hope.
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