Of clinging to life

Those Imaginations down the memory lane,

of surprises and utmost pain,

they are all yours and nothing is mine

those frozen daguerreotypes, of bridges and yellow times,

Last century as I imagined them in my Utopian belief;

But a year later it only revealed:

nothing lasts forever and we both know what i mean

But still ask for change, wow our belief..

If you want to welcome, even one pore of sunshine

just don't be afraid as the road goes somewhere

And while sipping a nice warm coffee

In a decent October fall a century later maybe,

all left will be these frozen daguerreotypes

of muddy after rain scent

and electric blue cloud-like vibes.

And if for the least you feel low,

Shadows lingering to your side,

and darkness finding ways inside.

Always remember of nothing staying Gold.

Of turning it silver, you need to be bold

As nothing lasts forever,

Still I know you can love like Never.

(Random pieces, needed to clear off my mind. Out of blue, and maybe some bits of yellow too)