I woke up to the terrible fact, of me turning 24 years old. Just yesterday, I was 16.
My birthday happened, and a quick party was thrown, I ate the a slice of the icecream cake and blew the candle but nobody saw what's inside of me.
Time moves quickly. Too quick, that apathy literally started to paint the scene in my life.
Who cares ?
If you're unemployed, who cares ?
If you lost your leg in the Iraq war, who cares ?
If you lost the love of your life because you lacked the traits she likes, who cares ?
It will pass. I throw a laugh, hahaha, you thought this will last ?
This depression, this sadness ? It's as temporary as the life we cling too, as fast as the years passing.
Time is nothing but a moving train. It doesn't care neither about you, or me.
A lot of people tend to ignore that fact, but as sad as it might gets, they lie about it. We have nothing, but a seat at the front row at the opening of death.
Death starts with life, as we all know. Life is just a strategic place to witness death. Time though, that is what makes everything working.
Our lifecycle is a mere well known path.
I turned 24.
But hey, that's the kiss of time, I know the rest : I'll close my eyes to see my hair turns grey.
All those around me left, and I die alone. Nobody travels with you; you die alone. Nobody sees what you see, we're totally isolated.
At school when I was a kid, 24 would've seemed like a thrilling joke that I would so laugh about. Just as 54, seems so faraway.
But because the kiddo turned 24 so fast, the bro would turn 54 -also- so fast.
The stream of time moves. It never waits to help out.
And people would say, there is no God ?
My birthday happened, and a quick party was thrown, I ate the a slice of the icecream cake and blew the candle but nobody saw what's inside of me.
Time moves quickly. Too quick, that apathy literally started to paint the scene in my life.
Who cares ?
If you're unemployed, who cares ?
If you lost your leg in the Iraq war, who cares ?
If you lost the love of your life because you lacked the traits she likes, who cares ?
It will pass. I throw a laugh, hahaha, you thought this will last ?
This depression, this sadness ? It's as temporary as the life we cling too, as fast as the years passing.
Time is nothing but a moving train. It doesn't care neither about you, or me.
A lot of people tend to ignore that fact, but as sad as it might gets, they lie about it. We have nothing, but a seat at the front row at the opening of death.
Death starts with life, as we all know. Life is just a strategic place to witness death. Time though, that is what makes everything working.
Our lifecycle is a mere well known path.
I turned 24.
But hey, that's the kiss of time, I know the rest : I'll close my eyes to see my hair turns grey.
All those around me left, and I die alone. Nobody travels with you; you die alone. Nobody sees what you see, we're totally isolated.
At school when I was a kid, 24 would've seemed like a thrilling joke that I would so laugh about. Just as 54, seems so faraway.
But because the kiddo turned 24 so fast, the bro would turn 54 -also- so fast.
The stream of time moves. It never waits to help out.
And people would say, there is no God ?
