Where a silent agreement, forever concealed until you discover that hidden prophecy that is for you, and for you alone
From birth, we carry a weight of the life’s unknown deep, in those times endless sweep, each heartbeat has a countdown
A journey that moves at its own tender pace, counting each breath as a grace of hope until we drift through days like clouds with countless care…
We build our grand castles on hope and of dreams, forgetting how fragile we can be, or how fleeting they seem
But in time, that comes a moment of crystal-clear sight when darkness and brightness merge into one light of either illusion or a realization
Revealing the real truth that nobody shares, the truth that only life is the gift wrapped in temporal strings, that death is the silence that waits just to sing…
We’re never observers to our own life, but an artist of one’s fate in creating our stories before is never too late to be excited one’s own story
The clock keeps on turning, relentless and unsure but always reminding us that this life is just as temporary, and embracing life as how you embrace change
It seems that the clock keeps on turning, each passing second slips away too fast, a wisp of mist never noticing that soon the day closes…
That ticking clock is like a ceaseless thief that steals moments to be brighter, that minute lost is gone for good the truth that we always neglect to remember
But it asks us not to fear the night, but see death as a life’s as a guiding light, for in every breath and in every word, resound, remembered and always be heard
So let us live and be shy or just be still, but with the intention to strength and will, to live and die and to strive for life's great gift of mystery…
Heart beats, a breath that flows
Composing life on each new page
Leave a mark on life’s vast space
To live well as one can try
