Forever

In the Odyssey of curling bloom, The void lying within goes inerasable Even though the means used are fragile enough Yet, unable to detach complexity Yet, unable to fulfill the felicity of constructing those curling blooms, contented & voidless Is stability indeed a coffin? Or maybe it's more of a sin? Or maybe, I lose and Life always wins But I'll continue till the gap gets thin No matter if it sheds off my skin The void will surely departure if it's so much of spin Or maybe , It'll not Maybe that's the plot Then I'll make use of the dots On those tiny leftovers, isn't it now a lot? Is there anything I still forgot? But, I guess it's all what I've got so as to fulfill the felicity of constructing those curling blooms, contented & voidless The void will surely departure if it's so much of prop Or maybe, It'll not Or maybe, It'll never No matter whatever The only thing that exists forever!