Life

There's a space
inside that's waking;
From a slumber
that its been basking.
Seems like
a millenium is passing;
Although its just been thoughts amassing.

Life's filled
with mists of conjecture;
Blinding us into spasms of adventure.
Is there
any hope for a glowing future;
For a soul
immersed in closure?

We walk
in strides of great hope;
Often tumbling down a deep slope.
Is it real
to dream of tomorrow;
Or is it just the same old sorrow?

Scarborough, Canada. Oct 8, 2018