life in a cave
That thing called life, what is it anyways. Never satysfying, but only mere moments- which pass so fast, and in the nick of time they too get lost- like the other- dreams and hopes- we cherrish so much.
It goes by so slow-it seems-when we are nowhere near, minute after minute we float around- wasting the time- hoping for something to save us- from us and our wasted life.
Why does the time go so slow, we are damned…and we wait for a miracle. Sometimes it is the circumstance, which we succumb to, but lets be honest- we just don't have the drive- to change anything.
So minutes pass, and we go on, like a bat in a cave- not blind- but cozy in the darkness. And the longer we stay – the harder it is to see the light.

