With Life That Is Alive

a plot without bounds,
A divergent mirror, directionless,
Expressed of different sounds,
With plenty of time being valueless,
In each distinct verdict,
Suppressed by unaware emotions,
Tuned purely by instinct,
From the opposing will of fire,
Burning through the bottomless thought,
Of changing everyday into a pure
Expected reality which does not
Have an end from the one,
To begin with a new storyline
With a will to make a progress done
For an intent to be fine
With a heart and a soul
Along with the both sides
Of ourselves as a whole
World where happiness resides