The Axe Will Fall, Till Then - a Mind Game
The axe will fall, till then - a mind game...!
The axe will fall, rest assured on all;
stay in peace, till that most certain call!
We know of one life - set out to explore;
not the one after and never the one before.
Each one a moment, to certainly be,
given or it be taken - that's quite a plea!
Leaping from one to next - happenstance,
existential quest is ever so perchance!
Assuming complete control - a game,
one plays on, hoping he would tame!
But to harness 'what'- the query lingers,
as time slips - through his own fingers!
Anxious with gripping fear, for more time,
not knowing how to get out of this slime;
Realising the triviality of name and fame,
wait for the axe to fall in this mind game!
Copyright © Ram Ram | Year Posted 2017
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