Casting shadows on the dreams
Looking beyond the brim.
for what can happen will happen
Now, light is filled to the brim
traveling into the dark night,
Raging through the course of time,
Were we always this complex?
Or time has put in a new dime?
Gently the water washes the shore,
From the future comes an uproar,
or being always this silent from start?
or being the end asked to take a new cart?
Has it been us- the creators?
of our past present and future?
For the world will never be the same.
With a dishevelled mind in the game.
For hoops are the rim,
plummeting inside are us.
will we help thus,
or wait for the light to reach the brim?