All the green undermines
The unmatched beauty of existence.
We breathe, we struggle and we fight
But nothing’s guaranteed here.
Come in and go. Go out and disappear.
Being alone is fine, but being lonely’s what we fear.
To be in solitude amidst a noisy crowd.
Talk to myself aloud. At times it is the best solution.
I need my own escape from mental convolution –
A glow, a spark in my own eyes,
Reflection of confusion in
A mental stride.
I flew so high, I dropped my pride. Peaceful ability
To glide. And fly while our own feathers bleed.
What is, honest and real? What appeals to appeal?
We all eventually grasp what we actually feel
As soon as we stop feeling. But until then,
We’re in a tiny rippled puzzle,
A universal role of living.
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