It's cold out there.
Take a flight,into the night A dark,endless expanse of a cold unknown future To stop and look behind Is to bask oneself in the false glow of comfort Comfort which arose from the warmth Of all those who loved and cared to smile at you False, as gone are all of them With you just gazing at the blank emptiness... Look ahead with a decisive purpose To move on and take it as it comes But when will the hope of having Someone who shares the vision die..? As life seems like a prose Like a poem which doesnt rhyme A tree which hasnt seen the spring A leaf waiting to touch its ground .. I fly off....into the dark,the unknown..... But its cold out there.. The warmth beckons me back But what shall I choose to have A hope which has no future, Or a future which has no hope?