Walking past the shadowed Grave,
Of eyesight stuck gazing towards the sky,
Thinking of reality if one wonders,
Of the architectural skills the creator hath possessed,
Blazing furious stars a billion light years away,
Looks like shining tiny diamonds here from our home,
No wonder poets and lovers vouch for the stars,
To express and impress a waiting soul,
Eons passed by for a man to evolve,
And took him many a long mile to walk upright,
The grooves in his brain are the labyrinths of time,
Evolutions and nature still waiting, to welcome a creature unknown,
Everything's moving, taking a final journey,
A journey which will cease its being,
What a shame if we are found alone, in this universe of infinite abyss,
As the purpose of birth still remains unknown.
Somewhere Life Is A Figment of Imagination
Saturday, September 18, 2004
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