To be or to become, death is the question,
not knowing the end, show me the direction.
What is a chain, if it is broken?
Today my words are all unspoken.
What is my destiny? living with pain!
living in the desert hoping for rain.
How do I wish for a gentle breeze?
take me to a garden before I freeze.
What does it say a dying rose?
To love birds in Fall, when winter oppose.
Travel further, further than never,
live with laughter, pain hardly ever.
Descend to a land; I call it Demand;
hope for the secrets, to be understand.
Surrender yourself in a bundle of Love,
What measures love, comes from above.
Having the Knowledge of understanding why;
There is no dying, or saying goodbye.
Striving for Independence, worries will be gone;
The darkness will be changing in early early dawn.
Becoming the Oneness of all in one,
Do all the things that never been done.
Wondering what if, is there any more?
May be we are lost, now and before.
May be I am lost, lost in a sea;
May be there is Death and then I am free.
Copyright © Pashang Salehi | Year Posted 2015