Past, Future and The Present

The stories were dark, full of hurdles;

Still keeps haunting, as undone puzzle:

Won't get fix but running my time;

Living the mistakes is such a crime.

A song of soft and dazzling spring ;

Piles of hopes and lots of dreams:

A treasure hunt of unknown phase;

Anticipation of fantasy, waste of days.

Power of destiny is not in hands;

Vision of hope is blowing sand:

Grip the flow, if you can ;

Make the way for joy to expand.