What’s in front of……?
What’s behind me?
I dare not to tell;
for it is dark and ugly, hideous, tremendous,
it’s confused,
it’s been misused,
heartless, destructive.
I thirst to turn around,
to stir it in the eye.
To kill it were it lie.
Yet it waits this moment,
Love to hatred,
Contentment to depression,
Wants to envying,
and yet it’s behind me.
No air, I tell you, with out it.
I shall not look for this bright light intrigues me.
The power it has; the energy it brings,
What’s in front of…..Silence!
For I, do not know,
But if I turn around to look behind me,
I will never know what lied ahead.
I dare not to tell;
for it is dark and ugly, hideous, tremendous,
it’s confused,
it’s been misused,
heartless, destructive.
I thirst to turn around,
to stir it in the eye.
To kill it were it lie.
Yet it waits this moment,
Love to hatred,
Contentment to depression,
Wants to envying,
and yet it’s behind me.
No air, I tell you, with out it.
I shall not look for this bright light intrigues me.
The power it has; the energy it brings,
What’s in front of…..Silence!
For I, do not know,
But if I turn around to look behind me,
I will never know what lied ahead.
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