Time and time again
Like the needles on a clock
Almost like a mechanical device
We walk by life
We continue to age whilst in a daze
Feelings of numbness clench the senses
Life in the past,
No matter how wounded
and battered the memories
Is now history only the pain of it subsists,
They then in some cases change your individuality,
You’re not who you used to be
The stage that we withstood
The stage we misunderstood
In the cage where we came of age
Still we remain in continuous daze
A chase for happiness that leads only to loneliness
We gaze and captured the beauties in life,
Though it gave us some happiness,
The feeling of that joy eventually fades…
Who knew one would mature and come of age
He ages in stages, physically he changes
His hair are white, knees are weak,
Yet mentally and spiritually he speaks,
The language of adolescent kids
Unlike his physical growth, spiritually he depletes
He remains with the same dreams that he dreamt of when we
was in his teens
Stuck in a trap and perpetually sinking, like in a
quicksand, he is steadily pulled in
Now old, he thinks he has conquered wisdom
Possessor of knowledge and a ruler of kingdoms
Though when he is alone by himself
A realization comes to mind
It says, “All the time you’ve spent,
What has it yield?”
In spite of all this he continues to waste his time
He regrets for not doing more
Yet he persist in misusing his time
The world, a temporal stage
So real, so surreal,
Seemingly eternal, obviously temporal
As he grows in age, death too draws closer
Health seem more obscure
Time seems more difficult to procure
Desires and gaining honour seems like the only doors
All these things he bought and got bored
Bought and got bored
Now that he’s old,
He thinks of how he should’ve ploughed his life
In a more meaningful manner
As to remain calm and with peacefulness in all matters
Though he is full off regrets
Hope yet remains there
Sadly old habits too remain
A young man today,
Old tomorrow
