Tuesday, May 26, 2020

147 of 366: Existence

In all the days that passed before
It feels like nothing moves forward anymore
The days are counting by fast
And the moments never really last
It's hard to speak of the world
When you're reliant on other people's words
Because you have no idea what is happening
You simply see yourself panicking
A calm mind and heart
Feels like a privilege in this time apart
As anxiety grows and seeps the mind
Wondering if the world would still be kind
Kind enough to heal itself
And purge the ones who leads inept
Cause in this case where the future feels uncertain
Existence feels like a gift and pain

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