The Unwanted Time Poem by Antonio Liao

the sweet sour pain rebirth the destiny of today
hand-capped with make-up and toiletries, making
face-off to all ages

limbo in any invention, puzzle in any form the
aspiration becomes the corner stone of tomorrows
search and riddle, find always the key and the
door remain to be closed

oh! hold on droplets of rain for the water is wit;
the wave stand still and the river is dry, the
guided cart venture every load to reach the ideal
of every minutes

somewhere in time, the clown will cry and the
circus will be the rostrum of misery, for what is
not cleanse the water purify the dirt

be the ingredients of hope...