Beauty & Meaning

The year started slow, but we are already if months, The sand of time drops in tiny grains, soon it's used up,  Tick-Tick says the clock as seconds turn to years, We all think we have enough time, alas it is a lie,  The year may seems slow, but it's not true. ✍️©️ Toobrightanthony  📸@pexels.com 

The day usually starts slow, soon it's midday,  It keeps crawling on, till the evening time, Slowly it crawls, ticking with the clock, Not long after, it becomes dusk, the day is done, The day always starts slow, but it travels fast. ✍️©️Toobrightanthony  📸 @pexels.com 

Searching for the perfect words to weave your best story, Searching your imagination for the perfect picture to paint, Searching for the perfect notes to compose your best song, The quest for the perfect art is the bane of all artists. ©✍️©️Toobrightanthony  📸@pexels.com 

You owe nothing, every thing is borrowed, Your life isn't yours, it's not yours to keep, Your time is borrowed, you can tell when it will be up, Naked you came here, same way shall you depart,  Your earthly adornments shall rot, none will go with you, Live your to its best, nothing you own is truly yours. ✍️©️Toobrightanthony  📸@pexels.com 

The thoughts of a blocked mind, Can be dull and bland,  It lacks rhythm or vibes, It is painful to indulge. The thoughts of a blocked mind So hard to taste and comprehend, It is void of spirit and colour, It is repulsive to all and sundry. The thoughts of a blocked mind,  Is a string of boring lines, That wearies the brain and mind, Even if it carries meaning words. ✍️©️ Toobrightanthony  📸@pexels.com 

Each day he cast a bet, hoping for lady luck to smile on him,  He parts away with some little bucks, same as millions of his kind, Each of them, hoping for their lucky break, They don't know it's an hoax, only the house gets to win. ✍️©️Toobrightanthony 📸@pixabay.com