#175 Narrow Margins...

In a world of crooked thoughts

and overburdened paths,

narrow margins and

ever sulking hearts,

we keep moving in the direction

that leads to more,

somedays sad and other days

in hope;

Often crowded by the hype

of getting there,

our minds too dull

to ever catch that inner voice

too smart to follow the void;

Waiting (perpetually) for the day

to barge onto the scene,

only to take the night's refuge

when the ball looses its sheen;

What if the Sun and the Moon

are no different,

where will we hide the

other side then...