Shifting Paradigm

SHIFTING PARADIGM


Pulls in travelling life seems unending
And the horizon looks unreachable
Rare we can see smile on the faces,
All has been painted by a worried mind
Deeply wounded by past storming -
In a rhythm below to be dubbed stable;
Greenfield yet, still sought in all races
Most however are at hand but unfind!

Slowly the living hope is dying
Hiding fortunes and making someone fall
In between the labyrinthal mazes;
Future by the past could make someone blind -
Towards the aimed star from a distance,
Imbalances yet, had a resemblance;
Not as hard as seen by our naked eyes
Good push is waiting for our simples tries!