poetry, Writing

Untitled II

Taking the freedom for granted
Rushing along to a future with no guarantees
Trying to hold on to what little there is to grasp
But it’s all a mirage
Reaching out to grasp the love
The happiness
Sometimes it will slip through your fingers
And just disappear

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s