Empty spaces many faces and a thousand different lies
each relation a situation where the truth is a surprise
the past is unsurpassed and the future holds mysteries untold
yet the present remains the same where ones misfortunes are anothers gold
Emotions awaken actions taken each with a new realization
is it finally love for self OR just a bitter self-infatuation
outside in and inside out lives should be lived in such extent
the future the past hold no meaning if you dont live in the present
Todays tommorow is yesterdays past a viscous cycle of predictive
however you act or react the outcome seems restrictive
bare your shell a bitter farewell and let your innerself escape
speak your mind however intertwined and let life take its shape
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
sweeeeet and sour :)