Author: Newage Caveman
If patience is a virtue
A virtue that maketh a man
I am neither a wish maker
Nor am I a precocious 'Peter Pan'
We have been told to wait
For the right moment to strike
Its a belief that's crossed ages
A saga of hopes, promises and lies
Is our lives beyond these beliefs?
Is our lives beyond these lies?
On someone's snap of His finger
Breaks our deep mortality ties
Do we go back to the dusty earth?
If none hold reason for our demise
Then, what about our long held impressions?
Do they disappear like the glaciers' melting ice?
We are victims of our own doubts
We are products of our own thoughts
We thinketh, so we become
Mere memories of a long winding past
Being patient could lead us to the answers
Just waiting it out might wash our troubles
But, remember I am not a wishmaker
Nor am I a genie that rises from the smoke bubbles...
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