From afar, I have come yet does my road shows me no end to my struggle. As the sun rises with the love to change hearts, so does my mind continue to ponder on an existence I didn’t wish to be a part of.
From the high winds, I’ve sailed on the light of joy, till the flood showed no mercy to the believer.
Should my belief and views pave the road to an ever continuing ignorance, will long lost practices save the garden I’ve cultivated through hate?
Still, the questions remain with a wish to nurture my doubts and feed my ego So I may continue to pray on chaos.
If I were to say my last word today, would you remember it or would my deeds suffice?
A clear mind is its own enemy.
