Obscure, immaculate or passive
One moment at a time unfolding in his hands
The whole scheme is as ever still elusive
And yet in the path of life unscathed man stands

Awaken from dreams, when reality dawns
The moment he lives disappears in the light
Dreaming of a king yet living like pawns
He dares to dream, giving life its fight

Though sitting in dark he looks at tomorrow
For the brighter side of life is always bright
A moment of faith from tomorrow to borrow,
He lives his today by brightening his night

Even if today were to end like any other day
If he were to start over all again from a zilch
With a basket of dreams to start his day
He would live it all again without an itch

Categories: Poetry

Tags: Life, Opinions