• THE YEARS THAT WON’T COME
    What can cause the turn of a back
    On a world once bright, and now a dim black.
    On the people that you love and hate
    The world is just a cracked plate.
    Dreams are swimming all around
    But barely a single one happens to reach the ground.
    All the precious moments are being thrown
    Reality became the unknown.
    You’re either the predator or the prey
    And neither one is here to stay.
    Overcome by their own thoughts
    And being killed by their faults.
    The years that should come would be filled with only gloom
    No happiness left- one could only assume.
    But the years that won’t come might actually be grand,
    After all, only the best of the best can survive in this land.