Life has caught me in its trap
Yes, with its net of elevated notes
I feel intoxicated
That I can only sit back
Close my eyes
And let the mystery of existence
Overwhelm my senses!
Pray, like the great queen of devotion
I seek to allow my heart to become
A bird of paradise
Such a one which would chirp
Only notes of mystical happiness
And reciprocal appreciation!
Pray, like a seer lost in a trance
I seek to have my soul
Pining for more of the mystical
So that it feeds upon such
And blooms into a most
Pray, like a blinded one
I seek to complete my need
For the mundane and the senses
So that my mortal self feels fulfilled!
And then, someday
When I shall sit in the magical garden
Where life is fair, stable and safe
I shall look back
With warmth and with a drool
And I shall say
Yes, I lived
I lived as one in love with life
And bear no regrets of any sort!
And did allow Life to catch me in its trap
Made of a net of elevated notes!