Every rose has its thorns,
For every smile a frown is born.
Every step leads to a path,
Either you get success or face the wrath.
Every time you witness joy,
With it, dear, you must never toy.
For the gates of tomorrow are open wide,
chances will come to you like high tide.
The choice is yours. Go, see what you find,
If you consider yourself, one who respects time.
Will you travel back to the past,
and have your wish, fulfilled at last?
Will you race through the memory lane to the lines,
Or will you let your dark scars heal with time?
Gates of tomorrow wait for no man,
Make your decision as fast as you can.
But you must hear what I have to say my child,
You have my word, you won’t be beguiled.
Here is the thing with present and past,
In one you need to compete for space, the other is vast.
Flash floods of pain might make your way,
If in the past you wish to stay.
But if you decide to step into tomorrow,
Beware, there are chances of both, joy and sorrow.
At least the future holds some mystery,
For those who yearn to be careless and free.