The Epiphany
My heart gladdens
Seeing bright lights at midnight
I survived another concept of time.
My spirit resonates with the strings of life
Brooding on our sheer existence
How we live?
What we live for?
And what’s after this life?
It always seems meaningless
Dying to live when you are living to die
Our reality a sweet oxymoron
What if we didn’t know evil
What if we didn’t know pain
What if we didn’t have to face fears
What if we were immortal
No one has forever I reckon,
I sometimes envy the dying
Inclined with their numbered days
No more odds to beat in this cruel world
I believe the universe has forces
Controlling our spirits steadily
I believe this is not the end
May the spirits hear us solemnly
Like the magi let us see our stars
Order our steps even through darkness
Let us fall prostrate in praise at the solemn shores of this roaring ocean
And never let us back on the road of evil
Who do I believe in?
Something much greater than our existence
So mysterious only death can explain
So I tell the lost and wanderer
If you hear His voice , harden not your heart
The Northern Shakespeare.
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