Fantastic glance everyday is like glass
It Seems to be continious so boring
What a reflection its day and night to straight
Just to balance please a slope we need....
A change to be made life is not a mirror
The past is the future the future is the present
Oh... no!!! Life tears from above
All hard work still so strategic still straight
Greatenss occurs within seconds a thought we say
Thousands in a box so small large contents await
Independently ruling over Thousands of organs
Theres something within it says....
Theres a treasure but in a box without no keys
Open up the doors i dont need keys
Imbalance is what i need am tired.
A change from the obvious
Turn the keys please just unlock me
FINALLY a Fantastic glance am so happy what a room
Locks so secured keys dont work on them
A box... Finally open such pleasure its a treasure
I seem not to reflect yesterday am no mirror
So unpredictable full of instincts
Theres a room in that box
A key in the room
Its change in the treasure
Its greatness to and fro all in you
Nice poem reestem and voted