A Momentary Landscape
Let this dream not be the indication of what lies there, beyond the time of my early years.
When life turns me into a heartless stone cold figure in a momentary landscape.
When life turns me into a heartless stone cold figure in a momentary landscape.
Let me remain a human with a grieving heart, extending a helping hand whenever I could.
Let me not be without the love and empathy that unfolds from farthest of distance, mountains of snow.
Let me not be without the love and empathy that unfolds from farthest of distance, mountains of snow.
Free and unhindered it plays in its own scenarios or is it that I have become -a game changer.
When it resembles your mostly quiet lifestyle partly brought upon with advancing years
deprived of new life adventures, calm mind descends into aeons collections.
Amid all that, stood there my frozen, cold face, stone-like figure then, devoid of any grief or sadness, i loose compassion.
Waking consciousness took over eventually.
Reconstructing the dream I become hopeful recollecting my frozen icy expression.
Who would think of that?
Who would think of that?
