The Story

The story you're busy waiting for

Where the moon turns bewildering more

And the stars are sparkly enough maybe

As glorious and quiet they will be

Could you tell me where is the magic?

In all of the lives; becomes nostalgic

Stories are so full of many such deeds

But so much they are an ls they explain their needs

World requires to be beautiful as it was

It doesn't have to be perfect because there's a pause

Ends wherever it began in the first place

You have many chances that you'll raise

As it turns, even more, engaging ahead

Funny you'll not even realize when you'll be dead

This is how it works, bitter it is perhaps

Surely it is a gift that the life wraps.