Every thing has a time in space
Today’s muse may fetch embrace
Tomorrow it may be termed disgrace…
Everyday stars are born, lights unchanged
Glittering from above it grace a stage
Cheered till it turn another lukewarm.
Like it’s said; “players may change
But the game remains the same”
The cycle continues all in time.
People may come as different names
But their era is like running a race
Where every pace has a replaceable face.