12 am⎯or a later time⎯is usually the time we all have deep thoughts,
Thoughts that throws themselves around in our minds,
And it throws us off,
They're thoughts about this cruel, cold but yet beautiful and colorful maze.
It often gets questioned a lot,
Why is this adventure so difficult?
Why do people drink a cup of tea and not coffee?
But there's always two roads that we cross,
One would be a good road to cross, but the other one isn't so good,
But in the end, both roads have traffic jams,
"Life" is what this whole maze is called,
It's not always easy, and you never know when it will all end.
Thoughts that people may have at midnight. :) Words and metaphors were just popping up in my head so I typed them down, hope you like it. :)
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PoetryPoems that the majority of you guys could probably relate to. Contains love, late night thoughts, fantasy, Women fiction, Coming of age (and maybe science fiction) and many more genres.
