As I walk down this corridor,
The walls melt with my sins.
For what I thought was right, was actually wrong.
The foundation that had been built below has now risen above,
Meant to crush its very creator.
As I walk down this corridor, the world dissipates.
Leaving me, a lone soul among the vast, set ajar with the flavors of love lingering behind.
Life is an act of infidelity, shadowed by blurred commitment.
For when we arise, we are void of the responsibilities.
But taken from the very purpose of life, which is to be responsible for living.
What is the true purpose of love?
