My journey is black

And it is full of darkness

My eyes do not see in the real world

But others see it well

My bad plans are what made me not see the real world

Some people enjoy it

But my joy is filled with sorrow

If you don’t take care of the seed , it really causes a lot of harm

My bad philosophy has made me fall into the epidemic of poverty

And the eyes can no longer see

Actually ,if you get time , it is a gift enough

I’m just left to tell the world with words

For me time has passed

I will only remember that time is an asset !

© Michael mussa poetry