Life means strugle, fighting to find a momentum Trying to make things make sence Its a continous pursuit made by faith Struggling to find a state of rest
It is like a clock, running to reach a destination When it complete a circle it find itself starting a new one It just pursue to reach a destination but it doesn't rest If it does means it is dead
It's about pursuit of happiness We fight for it for long, it stays for seconds it disappear we start again chasing it
We find love, love run away We heal the wounds caused by the once we thought we love each other. We hate loving, but after a time we love again Its a cycle, It is a race with unknown destination It is a competition we participate by faith It is a dream inside a dream It is a fight against ourselves while thinking we are fighting against someone else.
We fear our shadows, we fear the unknown We run away from ourselves We hate ourselves and we find someone else to blame. It is a fight inside ourselves having a physical impact on our outer being