Why birth should come to every soul.
If gladness is far-fetched to dreams and making them happened
If so, life is a horrible mess as dying candles toss on the winds of oblivion.
Or a careless bend to the “Road Not taken”, for either way, the arrogance of meaninglessness is as bitter as a one-way ticket to a cruel destitute!
But wait a minute, does life in its briefness really sound that awful?!
In the shifting intricacies of life’s brevity, time is making it longer.
The taste of excruciating pain led us headlong to suffer, to endure and, for the brave, “TO MATURE”!
And in this crisis, we call life; our weary souls refuse to die.
That we are even tediously and tirelessly by their shattered pieces pick up wisdom who set not for holding unto wounded hearts, but a blasting furnace… a CONFLAGRATION!
Seems broken but is made invincible by the high hopes and that inspires
That dreamers and builders that we are need countless breakings and ripping’s-apart to blaze and build strength!
Never disown the countless wrecking torments of burning the midnight’s oil, those lonely dark nights that even the comforts of sound sleep have left us.
These are workshops of the roughest rudimentary of the most childish of souls!
Joyfully embrace the wake of the dusk-’til-dawn, for more the forlorn,
It carries and brings us forth the wings and whispers of the Divine!
And its angelic whims have carried and tossed.