Contradiction
A few things Collab, a few things destroy.
A few nights bright, a few days dull.
I see the river chasing the wind
I see the wind just laughing
I see the river swallowing the wind
I see the wind slipping and floating.
A few things trivial, a few things tangled.
A few lights on, a few remain dark until dawn.
I see the deviating, the mirage
I see the captive's desperation.
I see him reaching
I see the mirage laughing
I see the tears in his eyes streaming and drying.
A few things unsaid, a few things undone.
A few things united a few things separate.
I see the blooming blooms rooted in earth
I see the blooms kept in a vase beautifying the surrounding.
I see the blooms vanshing uprooted from the earth
I see the emptiness hanging in the surrounding; forever tainted in the hue of nothingness.
I see the blooms serving their purpose and dying.
I see the river chasing and it's love for the wind, the fleeting.
I see the meaning in trivial and
I feel the joy and the gratitude.
I feel the tangled, the disarray in my being.
I feel the fear, the agony as much as the freedom and pleasure.
I see myself vibrating in the energy of the nature, blending and mending together,
It passes through while I'm living,
It passes through because I'm living.
So I'm living while I can.
Because I see everything has an ending.
And that's why,
A few more things to feel until I die.
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