Dead Pulse

‘’Life moves so slowly..

Sometimes, like a boring sitcom,

You’d want to fast forward it till the end’’

Can you find the end of the tape?

Is the reel too long for you to measure?

Torn, battled, troubled with all the negativity you faced in your life..

Did you ever expect a happy end?

Are you like me?

Does your dead pulse depend upon your dreams?

That are based on the same vision of becoming someone someday..

Not knowing if you’d get there anyway..

And you still have the same dream, over and over again..

It isn’t coincidence,

When you wake up every morning with the same thought,

 Or when you cry yourself to sleep each night,

You’re scared to find what your dreams really end up turn into..

Sit back and listen to the birds fly..

There’s always music in every corner of the air,

Get out if you have to and feel the heavens cry..

It’s God’s real gift after all, he knows that you’re alive..

Give a minute to yourself, just to kill away the pain..