Everything was different before,
But now, I can’t take it anymore,
Following the light, leading to a door
Which is nothing but imagination’s core.
I remember the optimism of the past
But now it just flew away, cast
Into the black hole where it shall last,
Since time’s rate will always remain fast.
Innocence was king those days,
And I, thinking that forever it stays
With all its shapes and its ways,
Was mistaken, humanity’s sorrow pays.
Sadly, those days now come to an end,
And easily, I can perceive the trend
Because life on earth can never bend
Time’s flow, and its way to mend.
This poem was written/submitted by Mervet Ziane.