Promises

The icy breath of broken promises
caresses wounds of your troubled heart
when sun is setting over the horizon
of a complicated lie.
The beams of truth are seeping in
through the rusty iron bars
that keep your soul confined
between the crumbled walls
of your fallen confidence.
The icy breath of broken promises
creeps through the surface of your skin
when doubts are lining in an endless line
threatening your everyday life.
The innocence and hopes
of your inner child
seem to disappear
with the fading light of your smile.

Ahead

Fiery sunset rays blinding me,
I keep on walking ahead,
Unable to see the future,
Almost running out of breath.

Scorching heat of black asphalt road
Rising up to burn my face,
Only the northern breeze to cool me down,
Moon rising to greet the night.

The darkness spreads its wings throughout the space,
The sounds of chirrup and flying bats surround me,
Unable to see the present or the future,
I keep on walking straight ahead.

The night is long,
Silence takes over the endless sky,
I'm watching the faint light
traveling from millions of stars,
The past is past, still present,
The future remains unknown,
But I keep on walking the road before.

The dawn is near and cycle starts again.

Reflection 8,458

Searching for answers to questions that seem to blend with others. Reality of being...what’s the point of it all...?
To move forward, to improve, is this all the time a person has to find the ultimate truth? Is there such a thing, as “truth” or is it all just a matter of perception. All these experiences, all the memories, transforming into a virtual reality. Past, present, future, how much do they really mean? We keep on pursuing something, but do we really get to live? I guess, life is a gift and a curse of a human being. Love, health, happiness, success, material well-being... how much do these things matter..? Of course, our perception of life and its experience seems to suggest the quality of life improves when we have all these things. The abundance of “good” things should make for a better life, or should it? Are the people content, happy, when everything is in favor of happiness? My experience, perceptions, tell me a human being is a rather unpredictable and unsatisfiable creature, who keeps on wanting more and more. Or is it just a silly generalization?

Fly

Here I am, staring at the reflection of the sky, the clouds and birds are zooming by, the shimmer of water is screening my past life, not knowing when, how or why our time is running out. The gravity is strong, but we always try to fly. We've always tried to reach the sky and above, not accepting what's here and now. But life keeps on speeding by.
Leap and reach the stars.
Fly.