Life Moves on

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The Life moves on
No one can go on
it has memories to cherish
periods of perish

People reach the skyline
some fall in an aabyss
with no bottom line
have geity and anguish

At the end of this journey
no one does accompany
everyone have thier fate
then again the cycle does rotate......

that's life..
so u have to strive....

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