Poetry

Present

We drift by the strands of thought
searching
wandering 
to the far future

We revisit the past
watching 
reliving
the reminiscence of flashing moments

Destroy the timelapse is a waste of time 
cos our fingerprints have been stamped
on the everlasting wall

From the perfect start
To the finish line

Our minds are unsettled by the emptiness
with the corrupted lusts 
burning through the metal 
Flaming, as we dance around on our bare feet

Igniting fire just for fun
we’re the reckless
we’re the wild youth

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