THE RINGING FUTURE

Pressed with 1000s of thoughts
Thought tilting me down
What about tomorrow
Those voices kept singing
The present alarming the future
The colourful butterfly kept fly
When would I grab one?
Engulfed with circumstances If only I could hit myself
Distance far fetched with no rolling Stone
Wish the two could exchange words
Only if I could take a glance of it
Still on the running motion
Yet to hit the brighter tomorrow.

Israel Nelson®
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