Making out a way apart
Fueling on a high roll
I go on
On a vintage ball
Some things trigger
Some fell depart
Measuring the beam of light
Unknowing with its shine
I run my subject
With a wonder on the duties
I had to play ,After time
But worries are away at that time
It makes me recall the time of my life
The path, the glory, the shade under sun
The burn with debasing gun
Trembling me within inside
I recall my time of past
Episode of glumly puzzle
Full on call
It looks like more like a trauma than a ball
But who rhapsodize the good flight
It’s all pumping around the dark night
Memories are certain to submit in my mind
Some hold grip
And some are hard to define
Yet they are playing like a chapter of yesterday
Rewinding the time of my past
Jumping on the serial
A fuzzy picture arrive
I remember the time I fear
To eloquently express my weak pits
It’s very elusive to conceptualized
The combat inside my mind
But later with a gain of time
Its make me rejuvenate my kind
With a mix of knowledge and the rush of life
I learn to deliver my part
With a engrossing style
Walking stray I join a road
Of pebble and salt
With empty pockets
No expectation and deliverables from any direction
I run and join the game of survive
It’s rough and hard
But everyone has to ride
There is no way back
And no time out
All have to gear their potential
Residing within joints
Hide all the fears with a lock
In the sand of rust
There is not tick to count on weak
Every drop has to fulfill its task
Share and bear the air with
New streams
And make bridges to genesis the time
With a mist of salt and sweet pine
We all cherish our dreams
With the urge on nailing the brim
Walking towards horizon
I revise I had a long run
And high to fall
Mean to mean and dear to dear
I still recall my past glorious years
With a lesson in my mind
I entitled it as “a part of my life"...
