A strange World we live in
We lust for things we cannot have
We cycle in a spot like a merry-go-round
And life pass us by with every ticking tock
Strange how time flies
One second, you are here
the other, you are there
wondering where you could have been
Strange how people move on
today, they promise you the world
tomorrow, you owe them a goodbye
Strange how things we cherish
turn to aliens in another's hands
Sometimes, we have to lose our most priced possessions,
to understand how much they are really worth.
The world is a strange place
We are all wandering strangers,
journeying and striving for goals and reaches
so, we all have a reason to live.
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Strange. Isn't it?
Original poetry written by: @Carleaf
Image source: Google images
Life is indeed strange. Thank you for sharing this beautiful poem.
It is indeed.
Thanks for reading
Well penned,nice post dear.. Keep it up