There Comes A Time

There comes a time in every child’s life where the world lies solemnly still and the world they begin to realize, is full of starlight and their future full of unfulfilled dreams.

There comes a time in a young man’s life where the feeling of euphoria and the way of being that becomes a way of life subsides with his thoughts. It’s a transcendental way of daydreaming where a man feels subliminal and doesn’t want to think but not to the point where he becomes experimental. It is to the point where he becomes to an extent, decently, deceptively mad. It is subliminal whether he chooses to stay that way becoming more philosophical and more emotionally inclined to love. There is no feeling but the sound of the chirping of birds, and the way of life in the way that he chooses.

There comes a time in every man’s life where ambition becomes replaced with melancholic fear, but little does he know that that is when life happens.