When All Hope Becomes Blur

by Parizo Van Thulare We are all born to be Daughters and the sons As time goes by it all changes The Good life we Hoped for Slowly slips It Gets Tougher when change sips The journey to Hustle Starts Some roll the dices Some run the races We all chase the paper We chase perfection But then mother nature strikes trough only few survive the wave Those who are helpless get stuck in vain Those who are advantageous get to see the rain That Sweet Love We Longed for changes its lanes Hate takes over our hearts Only few marriage ceremonies Befall But plenty of funerals The road starts to tangle The path starts to have too many sails The journey grows thorns The chances of success become rare Survival of the fittest becomes the ruling party Hope evades to the future faith and morality slowly extinct