A poem dedicated to life, to everyone in it, around it, and near it.
Can’t someone tell me?
Do other people think that way?
Do they believe it’s good to be happy,
If only for a moment?
I had those thought when I was young,
I had ambitions to hunt then…
But that’s a dusty memory now.
Time passes by with no answers.
Time just flows on,
I can’t tell will become of me from now on,
But something guides me down the roads,
Somehow showing the path I might take
Even through the theses times of hope.
Times of hope, it sounds like a cheery statement, but really what it means is different. It talks about an age where all you have to cling to is hope. The hope that a new age will come soon.
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