Wednesday, October 14, 2015

Unto the last !

A man in confinement,
Can live with reasons;
His months and seasons,
His goals and visions,
His legions;
Of logic customised and lessons,

Limitations, curved out of phantasms,
Curved out of hope;
Buried in skewed scope,
The tricks, the rope;
We are all sailing boats,
Life!? Unmarked roads,

Deliriums, the apparitions of life,
Buried under opaque ‘thought ice’;
Few achieved and many died,
Take me for a ride,
Darkness is when someone buries his light;
Your terminus is beyond your sight,
One last fight is always your right;


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