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Generation after generation we evolve

Yet we find ourselves somehow stuck at the same point in time,

failing to let go of our pride,

and making the next gen the scapegoats of today !!

Echoes

Waking up to the ringing bells, trying to hold on to those fading hands;

Catching myself short of breath, finding myself in some distant land;

Tired of staring at the horizon, wondering if these walls would ever break;

Strolling across the yellow fields, imagining how things once were;

Running around in circles, laughing till we hit the ground;

Incognizant of the ominous winds; we once shone like the amber;

Dropping dead on bruised knees, trying to hold on to those fading hands;

Still chasing the vivid butterflies, this is the fleeting glance of my life;

Gazing from the corner of eyes; reminiscing through the wounds that never heal;

Picking each memory that lay scattered somewhere in my mind;

Deluding myself with vain hopes and wishes; hoping to find the missing pieces in the rubble;

 To go back in time;

Spaces, empty spaces, where children once cried;

Left with just a black hole to fill the void;

Wishing if I had left the crowd and stayed behind;

Echoes that still come back to haunt, illusions that make me blind;

Apprehending the creeping time;

Home, once stood there my home.