You look up to the highest skies ,
And You see that soul put in his eyes,
He looks back and smiles with joy ,
And says : “ I’ll be fine just don’t go;
Distance will only hurt my soul ,
And all you’ll add is that I will miss you.”
Its Time to be there, not to play God,
For the choices we make will rise up high,
And will come back with rewards ;
Lights have the will to guide (they say);
Signs , if you look , are everywhere (they claim);
Different roads in life will lead the same way
Down under the ground or burnt to sail ;
Deeper thoughts will make you pay;
Higher hopes are over your head;
Probably your path is one big MAZE;
Can you hold on ?
You can’t turn away from what you thought you were meant to face;
It is your path and not theirs;
Have you played GOD once again?
Leaves fall , on your way ,
Colorfull enough to find out they have already been dead ,
With winds of scared trees ;
Afraid they won’t be next year here.
Leaves a clear path ahead while your stuck again?
Have you drawn the line or even crashed the myths
Between dream , facts or the claimed gray,
Try to be who you are , and Loud this time,
Share enough to be known not to force a stream; And
Could you simply be there?