The Thorns of Life
I fall upon the thorns of life. I bleed!
Yet I believe my will can take a lead,
It push me through the edges of my life
Human mind has thousand voices inside.
Is there any medium exist to bridge?
These voices fire within my soul beneath.
Which harrowing can make my soul to thrive?
For my mind is a foundation of strive.
Which labels can shake off the foundation?
Which words have power to cease progression?
Which thorns still left untouch in the journey?
Their stick and stones never bring to my knee.
God had given one face yet make new one,
Pours hemlock at back with disguise finespun,
Dear dove feathers my shoulder with new friends;
With time amid disappear to my lens.
They talk for a minute conversation,
Door opens and ends with apparition
There will be time, there will be time to see;
Yet appears to negate weight they carry.
Good deeds are seen through eyes of an eagle,
Some sees like a bat while some with their will.
The shoulders silently carry upon
Till our own voices wake up and we drown.