‘Tick, tock'
Every second ahead is a mystery.
A thriller,
A chance for change-
Perhaps for greatness,
Perhaps for imprisonment by penury.
Due to life's quandary which slowly reveals
While often conceals,
We are left with the oh so bittersweet question of
'What's next? '
Empty canvas which aspire greatness
While roaming
The streets
The carpets
The office floors
Are all rendered powerless to that mere second;
Succumbing to tension and time
Either (we) live stressfully or mindlessly.
No choice but to take what is given;
An inescapable predicament.
'What's next? ...'
‘Tick, tock'
Signaling the precarious hands of the clock.
Lea-Beima Dorestin
An insightful work of art, focussed and factual. Thanks for sharing Lea.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Future and mystery.. very well portrayed here in this poem. thank you dear poetess.. We are left with the oh so bittersweet question of 'What's next? ' yes we all ask that question.... what is next.. tony brahmin
Thank you for reading fellow poet