Musterion
Life in itself a mystery to be solved,
Beating bush while chasing tails in it's course,
For without mysteries, how can there be wonder? How can we evolve?
Without man to be found and in mystery to be lost.
Life in itself full of wonders and tragedies,
So much miracles in a moment only envisioned hidden by society,
So why do we wonder of only the travesty and calamity?
When there is so much of beauty everywhere, equally.
Life is complicated, but yet simple,
A paradox of unfulfilled dreams and successful hopes,
Ironic in nature but serene in its symbol,
A balance in all chaos as we sway on a tightrope,
Maybe its in the world within life itself,
The answers are already drawn to be sketched,
For the mystery will absolved myself from living and in death,
I will live through these mysteries till my demise. Destined and matched.
Copyright © Fariq Yusoff | Year Posted 2015
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