Writing the written

These words are too strong to define,
Life is too short to rewind,
Choices we make reflect on the way we living
We mistaken and forgiven
All we do is learn & by the day we burn,
Hurt and healed is the way we return.
Time will tell what our destine is.

Our time is empty, wasted by illusion,
lost in this fusion, Thrilled by our future.

We’re blind to see the truth but when reality strikes in.
We wake up from a dream, that’s never meant to be real.

I’m still missing the past, which didn’t lasted.
Killed by emptiness and distance.
The time will tell what’s written for us.

Until then lets pray and ask God for forgiveness.