Caught In the Claws of Doubt
Life is a tree that grows without focus,
A pool that flows without source.
Her fruits are dejecting and nourishing,
Varying from 'Carbondioxide' through
'Oxygen'.
Take life as a rigid rock,
Like an egg it'll be mocked.
Take her even as an egg,
Then she'll prove that she's a furious peg.
Life is whatever you think:
A classical music in it's brink?
She sits at the exit of death,
Beckoning to passerbys jailed by threat.
Life is the song of the soul,
Mending broken heart and battered sole.
Life is an episode bewitched with doubt;
Afraid of leaving the exit for the south.
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