Travails

What if the dead were meant to breathe? What if the birds were meant to be the supper Of the elders? The tapestry of our loins - a seizure What if the strength of man happens to be his weakness? The secrets so dear - our bane for growth Cupid's arrow - a share we gladly take In foolishness we unite - when we quarrel, our wits work well. What if the Heavens granted well even when we decline the blessing? Nothing is too grieved for a vulture. Nothing is too doubtful in the eyes of an Eagle. The Albatross, a burden I bear joy in carrying; across the neck of the ancients What if the canary was to boast of its beauty and not its strength? Doubts in the minds of the crypt men Lamentation from the soul of the eerie Grief in the land of the living What if the burning fire was to sooth the body like a camwood? What if the rumbling of the belly sounds for fear? What if the sound of the heart beats for uncertainty? What if the lines spells doom? What if the wailing leads to joy for the wise men? The heart beats for one... One beats for many.... Many rejoices in the the tears of one. What if life's expectancy ends in a dream?