Mirror of Memories
People have always told me afore
That everything happens for a reason
But lately when I wake up at four
I just don't know what is going on
The blue-painted walls and the curtain
Covered with home appurtenances
O, and the sunlight, inside creeping
Will I ever have second chances?
A chance to remember yesteryear
And the things that I always ask 'How?'
For oblivion is what I do fear
Can I have this second chance right now?
Every night before I go to sleep
I pray to God for a better day
Remember memories that I keep
And please do never drift them away.
Copyright © Hansteven Selfa | Year Posted 2015
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