Didith Marcelo (January 1,1989 / Phillippines)
No one can tell.
No one who sees.
No one can imagine.
Not either to guess.
What, why, how,
Can see the moment.
People lying like a dung on the street
A prophesy, a words is about to happen.
I thought I will be there,
no, the superior one do not allow me.
So I just sat and brings the thoughts.
Time vanish away,
A waste of moment fill the significant,
and so it turns to nothing anymore.
When they will learn?
When they will capture?
The image of the reality.
The end to their scrutiny
on to the things so-called
studying the how to chase
and grab the impossibility
deceitful temporal treasure.
The all lies that happened now.
Silly is the most of them.
Worldliness is the beginning or the starting point to death.
Why chase futility?
They say enjoy the day, eat very well,
go and squander everything you have.
After all, when you die you can not bring it with you.
Then why? Why grab the goal?
Why spend most the time dreaming?
I care nothing about legacy,
I just care about............'
About souls and spirits.
I want just a rest.
That's a console.
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