Life

A cimmerian life lies ahead I feel the time going fast, 

Are the colours around me getting darker?

 The reality of life must be hitting, 

Like a stack of bricks,

The self doubt never pays it's rent, 

The mistakes that make you think, 

"The pages in my storybook would have been different "

But in every battlefield after war,

 The flower still blooms, spreading its petals 

And in the conflict of the mind,

of warmth,

The seed of hope is still sowed.