Sometimes paths seem to have no ending,
Sometimes as faint as deepest sleeper's breath,
An echo come as cold as death,
No voices,no silent screams,
Just a sigh profound.
We all have our own time,
We can't fast forward life,
We can't turn back the hands of time,
We long to live moments rest ahead,
We timely assure to spark the flame within us,
Because we always learn to get up after falling.
What is meant to be will be,
There is no reason to give up on everything,
Isolating from family and abandoning the friends won't help even,
Leave the gasping for air and nothing seems fair agenda behind,
Some dreams are born dead and some are brutally killed is a beautiful consolation statement ever made,
Because when everything aches,you gotta move on;life goes on..