End of the Trial and the Trail

Some days go by with a feeling that; it is but you fighting against the whole world. And years go by in a blink of an eye; it is but you getting used to. strangers pass by treat you, an outsider; it is but you walking on their land. Sorrows are stories that go unheard; it is but rambling to the deaf. Heart that stares into darkness; it is but solving a puzzle, and missing pieces. Something on your mind; it is but the elusive art of expressing, and receiving love. thought grips tight; it is but the stipulation of what is out of hand. In the pursuit of what can grow; it is but falling victim to hedonists. craving for different things; it is but being on the opposite sides. life; It is but to know there is no god to say, "let there be light". And then the end of the trial and the trail.