There is endless space in between endless space.
There is endless space all around and yet not anywhere abound.
There is existence wrapped up like a chocolate under a veil of lie.
Lies which co-exists with reality like bubbles floating in an endless sea
There is radiance on that divine face; which refuses to fade.
There is life on that fragile body now an empty carcass; rotting visibly decayed?
There should be another way out of this rat race; this endless maze.
There must be some way out of here. Some sort of remedy; A sure shot cure.
Life o’ mine; like a plan devised but strayed to the side.
Life o’ mine could indeed shine if it was worthwhile;
If it were sublime, If it somehow could kill the enemy of mine; surely time.
There is energy on the tip of the tongue; spewing sharper faster towards endless intertwined worms.
There is breadth in the air I inhale. Let it out inside my lover, and there is invisible warm embrace.
There is such deep melancholy in us; I surmise; There is limited time and endless lies.
Life o’ mine; is like a child’s toy, treated with care once and thrown into rubbish the next.
Life o’ mine; could be fair and just, if not for the corrupt; the vain; confused worth worthless dust.
Life o’mine is never complete. The more there is, The less I say.