I fought against it all
The churning whirlpools of fate and destiny
Stuck between all that was all that will be
Waking up to new shafts of light,
Diurnal striving for that comfortable euphoria again,
But was it ever really comfortable?
Looking down the wishing well of my rubble of thoughts,
The reflection, akin to a silver screen reminding me of times before the wind of change,
Was it an act of folly?
Or a stroke of genius?
The crescendos of the ticking clock strike, playing witness
But I want to do it all
The ends of time fraying at the seams as I edge closer
Should I take the leap?
Or take a step back to see what lies above?
Suspended between two realties: what is and what could’ve been
Only to see that what is,
Is what will always be.
Written by Chaitanya Pandey for MTTN
Edited by Aayush Niraj for MTTN
Featured Image by Aunty Flo
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