This poem speaks of things that are cliche simply due to their timelessness:
We live in a world of just-enoughs and okay-for-nows, dreaming; half-awake to the fact.
One end untwists,
while another seeps.
Deep stretch of walls,
Essence breathes beneath.
Journey's destined meet,
Fill of thirsty needs,
where waiting wishes sleep.
This poem speaks of things that are cliche simply due to their timelessness:
We live in a world of just-enoughs and okay-for-nows, dreaming; half-awake to the fact.
One end untwists,
while another seeps.
Deep stretch of walls,
Essence breathes beneath.
Journey's destined meet,
Fill of thirsty needs,
where waiting wishes sleep.