The Essence of Time

Through the days,
Where Evil or Good triumphs,
There were brutal fighting’s,
The medieval age with many bloody scenes,
Both side laying their lives,
Fighting for their believes,
Brave knights,
Fought till one dies,
In the end both sides attain casualties,
All seems to nothingness,
Nothingness,
Nothingness,
But a battlefield filled with blood and sores,
Which ache the hearts of love ones.

But because of what’s done,
As yesterday is gone,
And time,
Will tick and move,
Prevents us from looking back or glance,
To the screaming voice,
Of the sacrifice,
That was made,
Oh how horrible,
What thoughtless age
Just for a dime,
We struggle like a slave,
For time,
Who treats us just like,
A game.

All may seem in a gloom,
Man have no future,
And meet their doom,
With no vision in sight to pursue,
Man does seem,
Like a figure,
Flowing down stream,
To the open to be bane,
We need to be strong dam,
Everlasting and not made out of cane,
Which dim,
And dim in strength with no promise,
Or aim,
Like an empty office,
With no owner as the beam.

Do take heed in this advises,
Through all this problems,
That time gives,
We have to hold our dreams,
And time could not enslave us,
Nor money that dominates,
Next in the many lines,
Of problems,
Like an octopus,
When you were caught by its,
Charm and its strong forces,
Worry not but changes,
Of our lives,
And we will be spared timeless,
Times.