</>Nothing is said,
The question is asked
And the Past
Has a hundred meanings,
None of them lasts
Only until I, the creator,
Become the Past...
What I am told
Has no influence on the truth,
What I believe is the matter
When no fact is plain,
Proving any more or less real,
That it really happened
The way I am always altered
And now the question remains:
What can I say?
There is no other to confer! ...
If two people see the same thing,
When one calls it Blue
And the other Yellow,
It could be either one
But who knows,
Who can clearly sees the real color?
Only time will tell
And when the truth is revealed,
It would be too late for you to know
For you have become the Past...
absolutely right! ! sometimes times things are like this not sometimes almost always. everybody stand straight in their own views and opinions but the truth remains a hidden. but time will prove all truths then time pass over. your writing is fantastic, revealing the bare truth of life. keep it up! ! ! ! God Bless You! ! ! ! ! ! !
Excellent write Romeo, i am sorry for late repond since i was busy.. :) There's a lot of uncertainty in life, lot in future but a bit from past still unsolved to decode..But sure dont let uncertainty blur your future, and i know you will always win because you have great heart..keep bright and write more. release your mind to share...Nice job my friend_Unwritten Soul
I like the musings on the past, expressed melodiously in these very well written verses. What we believe matters, but still it may be not real. Many things in the past are indeed irrelevant. An excellent poem, Romeo. (One day, even the future will be the past: I have written something on 'poetry and history' page 3)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
this is so right and i agree that when things had been said and done you can no longer bring it back for it had been the past as always, excellent write ten votes bravo