Musings

Don't know what you call it. But I've always had this habit of listening to instrumentals that inspire me to write something.

What we make of today might not have a say in the future. All the efforts draining in vain. And the memories we cherished might wash away. No traces to take us back. No miracle to rediscover what we lost. And we sit here today staring at each other only to realize there isn't much to say. What if with all the world's education, our clever little words betray us. And we watch in silence while our plans for the future crumble before our fate. So with broken smiles, we exchange our goodbyes with only two certainties in our mind. Maybe we'll forget it all or maybe we'll die forgetting it.