While Life watches on,
Broken and trodden,
Feel attracted to its warmth
Feeling as if
I were as insecure as a toddler
Desperately wanting to cling on
To that which I can feel safe with!
Amidst the seasons,
Amidst the uncaring attitude of humans,
Who realize not that the ego to which
They hold on to
Does not even belong to them!
Reaches out to it
As if it were the shore
While I am in a sinking ship!
Pray, after all,
Death does be engraved on our souls,
If it be the portal which would allow me
To see if I was right in choosing to grope on to faith
In a world which revolved around false pleasures
May I reach it!