Nature of Things

Life is dying in a soul; And the soul is the vault of life Hope is killed by a goal; And the goal is holding the knife. What’s a soul when life is dead? And what’s a goal when hope is killed? A skilled tailor without a thread; Or a raining sewer which is filled. Dream is choking in a sleep; And the sleep is the gas of the dream. An eye is unable to weep; And the tear turns into steam. What’s a sleep without a dream? And what’s an eye without a tear? A born baby without a scream; Or a sense of courage drowned in fear. What's a poem without a verse? And what's a sentence without a word? a wicked witch without a curse; or a brave knight without a sword.