Time’s the illusion that lives in our eyes
seeing the world passing us by
but we are…
we’re all left behind.
Almost forgetting just who we are
Falling and failing time after time
Just need hand
to help us get up.
I looked in the mirror and saw
Someone new before me
Things are just how they are
Not how we wish them to be
We are going to get it right
When the light are off
There is massive world filled with
Hope is a ghost that hides in the heart
dragging us down for what we don’t have
but sometimes hope
its all that we have.
There’s always a reason for keeping alive
To go from dark holes back to the light
For living each day
As a gift from the past.
I bet you din’t know you were blind
until your heart could just see it.
By Jocy Medina
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Hope is an illusion, it can not do anything for you excepting give you light. Many people say that life is a cycle, but I see the life and the opportunities as a coil of smoke in a glass. On this coil you can not look up, the only way to know what will happen is exploring the coil. We do not know how valuable are the opportunities until they have passed. When we fail to take an opportunity, in the future, this spiral can pass through the same point again, but the opportunity never be the same. Thanks to Jocy Medina for this wonderful poem.
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My absolute pleasure! Beautiful words that you attached to the post. Very inspiring! Keep sharing. Love is about spreading because love not spread is just another form of sorrow.
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