On the edge of depression
Dreams meet reality on the land of resources unavailabilities, The waves of determination crashing on the rocks of the tributary and systems infertility, And we fall like the victims between the flowers of hope and that endless thorns of disappointments... Step after another we lose the spirit of the fighter, we see everything is diverted. Then we surrender to the reality.
Call it anything you know such as unknown visions in a night of sleep,
Like trying to bring back the memories and all the secrets you still keep,
Whenever you recall it's responding so what did it all mean.!!
It’s beyond your frustrations, even behind satisfaction and the fears of you can’t repeat the dream..!
I’ll never duplicate this sensation however it was chaos or serene,
but when there's no communication odd is all you can seem,
For now it's all forgiven, and all the fears must be forgotten like a hesitate fleeting vanishes in moonbeam,
And void of complication we both bay, I'll never repeat... your old bad dream !
Don't talk about patience when you were the one who wasted time,
Don't ask me to show the original while you weren't prime,
Don't underestimate my will in being, don't judge what you can't be seeing,
Don't blame me, for the rules and customs govern us all .. ِand tradition is the survival of the species in the middle of chaos hole,
Don't and don't and i have a long list, I knew I'm too late and I'm not the best,
but I'm looking forward to be your guest, then we'll plan together how to spend the rest.
