The belonging we each behold
We nurture and worship hoping it to grow
Nurture with our finest as it is all we truly have
The holder of the hold upon this dimension
At the numerous attempts for energy to grab
You're either content or drab
Gazing forward unto it's vision
The urge to continue
The infatuation to end
The long to love
The lust to commit sin
Exploring oneself
Gaining lovers who hold us close
Though, it is you in the end
Then you look upon deeper and see that there is no end
There was never a place to begin
It just is
Simply is
The ones we have lost
Emotions over so have fought
Why?
What for?
The continuation of their journey?
Are we simply afraid to be alone?
No subject to bond towards
Nothing for emotion to grow
Saddened for the ones who have truly gone closer to home
The fear to become 'vain'
The fear of one's bane
Imprisoned in these shells
In realities, the truth we can never tell
We live,we grow affiliated towards our realities
The only moment we gaze and question is at our limits
What limits?
In these webs, we are tenants