Behind Lives

As I walk through the streets of life,

the roads were long and felt very narrow ,

the atmosphere suffocated all around.

People running behind their lives,

Some had a grip and

Some slipped a bit,

But none I saw sat behind.

High and ecstatic on a side,

Coats and bows were their pride.

Low and casual on the other side,

Kept their pace without leaving behind.

None had a choice

but to let life decide,

where to begin and

Where to explore.

Leave a Comment

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s