Emotion
is the eyes within the world of fate

As every emotion you place value on & give credence to
inevitabley & inadvertently
becomes a preordained
pattern

that will pave your life.

O
what a great illusion
the pursuit of love

Searching exteriorly
for something that’s existent 

internally

To bear a pain

consuming

But to bear a regret

inescapable

The best path to follow

is the one

we, ourselves

pave

O world,
that we live in,
I know of where you were beget,
and of whom your were bourne by

O world
that we will live in,
I know of where you will be beget,
and of whom you will be bourne by

For you, O world,
were bequeathed
by the minds of those passed,

Just as you, O world
will be bequeathed
by the minds of us present

I’m caught in your rapture

paradoxically

As the pain you inflict
Makes me only mourn and desire
the love of which you can give

paradoxically

The empthay of which you show
Makes me only recall and dread
the misery you bred

Death is what it seems, the drainer of life, and the birther of new. Through indiscretion and publication, we’ve moulded and formed our ideas on death, to little agreement.

Yet, few realise we die long before our bodies are lost of vitality, and to some of us, we are never born. To live is to think, feel, do, yet how many of us can say we were proactive rather then reactive, shapeless rather than moulded, independant rather than reliant.

Regardless whether we born into it or not, we should never take away the power that’s within us to change, for there is as much beauty in having a metamorphosis from the dark, towards the the light, then to be of a singular purity.

But fear binds us all at some point, it bounds nations, and inadvertently goes back to us in a cycle.

But to overcome fear is to overcome death itself, to truly live once, is to live a thousand afterlives