Wednesday, 18 October 2017


Today we make, tomorrow we break.
I’m talking about the thing that diminishes,
I’m talking about nothing else but promises.
That promise in the day,
I promise you a forever stay.
Goes dim in the night,
When they lose your sight,
When they feel just they’re right,
And you’re at folishness’s height.

That promise to love a lot, my kiddo, my baby, my love and my life.
Just disappear one fine day without a clue,
Water then looks different than your illusion of blue.
True colours appear my dear and you keep fearing out,
That what was shear, what was true has been wearing out.
You cry and shout and no matter how loud,
None would comfort even if you do so in the crowd.

Ain’t easy truly for a man to truly leave something that he truly meant.
To live under the shadow of reality that what he had just went.
But I assure you, you were true, you were right,
Losing doesn’t but what matters is that you gave your best fight.
Overwhelmed, stuffed, choked and heavy hearted,
But just sometime, trust me it’s going to be light.
Trust me you lacked nothing, again, you gave your best fight.

Promises all broken but ain’t it what it was always supposed to be?
Don’t feel that you took things for granted,
Either way, tomorrow if not today,
You’d have lost what you really wanted.
Did the time stop? No? Then why you’re slowing down?
You’re your leader not that person,
Get up king! Straighten up your crown.
Look in the sky mate,
Nothing’s there to wait,
Start ditching the worse, don’t settle for better,
And nothing has so far been late,
In your very hands to have a life that’s modest or great.

Organized Sinners