Stop right now, cease the time
Let the ocean wash its shores.
All alone with the sublime
Stuck inside these blessed four walls.
Frozen still, mind awake
Please, no longer sleep.
Tears of joy... are all fake?
Fall back into the deep.
Made to forget, forged in pain
Love’s taste is intricate.
Craving it, pray for the rain
All things that are quite intimate.
Get a hit, feel every inch
The chemistry of joy.
Soon, it will pass. Another pinch?
Sandcastles built - made to destroy.
The highs & lows, oh here it goes.
Life set on a repeat.
The husk has aged from all the woes
The heart became concrete.
Shell is closed, much remorse
From passions of the old.
Days go by, now comes the worst -
Sensemaking till you fold.
Supposed to be salvation,
True mission, save the world.
Time shows if that’s your passion,
Or glittering fool's gold.
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11/06/2020
In solitude, the mind is at peace, in harmony.
Then, second-guessing starts - is peace really means feeling alive?
Then, there are temptations of the world. Discovery of strong romantic feelings.
Then, it breaks apart. Start over multiple times as you experience life.
As you age, become less naive, and more cynical.
When the realisation comes that romantic feelings are not the answer - a new mission needs to be found.
And here it is... or perhaps it doesn’t really matter after all.
