Using words as a form of art..
If time is a catalyst,Striking down with every move made by its hands,
Breaking,Not just the perspectives we live by but
Burden is a baggage we all carryIn our lifetimes, although some people’s life seem to be handed to themOn a stronger silver platterFormed on the Labour of those of a supposed…
“Life is a series of choices”,
or so they say.
But is that truly me?
Being defined by the choices I decided to make?
What of the flip-side?