It’s been such a long time that I can’t recall. How words come together while feeling so small. It’s like losing a dream that’s in front of you. What could come next a bottle or two. Why must we fight or waste a long time. When words come together in poems that Rhyme. It’s something we see it’s just letting go. How can we push or how can we know. The time will pass by in a blink of an eye. It’s waiting for us why should we be shy. It’s like a rainbow with multiple Light. It’s been a long time since winning the fight. It never comes easy at the end of a road. It’s been a long time since I have been bold. I only try to be the best with my time. But I’m writing my poem so I want it to Rhyme. It’s been a long time since I’ve shared such a piece. But my mind has been elsewhere it’s been out of reach.