The world is a quiet place
With strange noises from human hearts
Even in their silence they never stop speaking
They live hoping for tommorow
even if it means nothing to wait
I too will be waiting.
Seated patiently
Waiting for tomorrow in this eternal today
Waiting sometimes feels like madness
But what other business do we have
Antanabell said
Tomorrow is a dream
That all cannot wake from in this slumber life
Tomorrow is a sweet dream
From which no one wishes to wake
Tomorrow is a dream in the land of fantasy
A land of milk flowing from rocks
And honey from udders of cows
Sadly the wakefulness of reality shouts
That today is here to stay
Malicious time
Gives us promises for next time
But as clock continues to tick
The present continues to resonate as a perfect rhyme
Our hope
Our fears
Our desires
We roll into the turning wheel of time like dice
All of us looking at one trophy
That only one man can take
Suddenly we hear sounds joy
The tables have announced the lucky one
The remaining many hide their sadness
As they wait
For the hand of time to point
Verlag: BookRix GmbH & Co. KG
Texte: Antanabell Sol
Tag der Veröffentlichung: 25.08.2015
ISBN: 978-3-7396-1561-5
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To one true God. To the world of inquisitive men and women.