Is there truly a life without any inherent meaning, a heart devoid
of the burden of sinning, eyes that fail to immerse themselves in
the realm of dreaming; a prayer lacking an essence of believing,
instances of an “I love you” said boldly- but deprived of feeling?

A perfect smile, but one that conceals an underlying silence
of internal screaming, time without a clock’s ticking, a measure
to life as fleeting; the conclusion of one chapter without a
beginning- is there truly a life without any inherent meaning?

Life presents itself as a delicate balance between freeing or being
just a prison- to either confine oneself within a self-imposed ceiling,
or boldly shatter the constraints by stepping outside the comfortable
boundaries, if it be your own decision

You embody the contradiction within yourself, a paradox of poor
choices hidden within the guise of good wealth. Wherever you wander,
always remember your soul. The body will rust, the bones will make
fine dust- yet your spirit will still carry on, once your time is done.