When life moves on
No one hails but each one says :
I want this,
I deserve this,
This and that become blurry till the end,
Each one says :
I have lost my families,
I have left my friends,
I have bygone by Mr. Materialism
so what do I left now with ?
The humble questioned :
what have I done to the future
while the arrogant part of me never tried to sustain the past ?
Questions, injected doubtless in puzzle.
Whereby the answers remained the same by God.