Into the unending
Always straight and bending
Out of the heart
Healing and tearing apart
Never fully explored
Brightly colored
A road into a foggy mist
Sometimes not to resist
Beating from soft to loud
Then, the other way around
Warm and firey
And clearly...
We are hopelessly lost forever
Scenery goes wherever
Blue as far as you can see
Deep into this ocean and sea
Sometimes a sighing forest
Mountains and desert
Heaven only knows where this will go
I don't mind, it's not for us to know

Are children smarter?
They often are enrolled in laughter.
Are babies geniuses?
They smile when they see different faces.
So is it smart to be joyful?
And stupid to be down and dull?
I like to believe so.
That we are sad when we need to be and let go.
Then, grow out of our mistakes and learn to walk.
We will make many mistakes before we can fluently talk.
It's not wrong to be wrong.
It might take us very long...
But eventually, we will run and not stroll.
We will easily be able to climb to any goal.
Just don't expect to run before you can stand.
Don't think you can draw when you've an inexperienced hand.
We must learn with the years.
Not always with laughter, but also tears.
We have been given more than a day...
To walk all this way.
Stand up when you fall.
When you can't, reach out or call.
People want to help, many do.
But we have all been lied to...
We have become so suspicious of strangers...
We make up all these scenarios and dangers...
We make it harder...
And people respond colder...
We think we protect...
But what do we really select?
We choose to be hard.
Cold, so we don't shard.
But... when we bend with what we can't change...
We widen our abilities and range...
We actually become better.
And even if it feels like we shatter...
We actually turn stronger than before.
We are softer but hard to the core.
We let people say hurtful things...
But we stay who we are and grow wings.
We stay quiet cuz that way they won't be able to reply.
We tell the truth, so people can rely.
We stand our ground when people go too far.
But we don't start a war.
There is a limit when people gotta back down.
They can't take your house when they have the whole town...
But yes...
Sometimes giving up the good for the great is best...
We sometimes go from ***** to grand.
And we don't always understand.
I don't think it's always necessary.
We might think it's unpleasant and scary.
But knowing everything has been impossible since the beginning.
The truth does sometimes takes away our singing.
The more you know, the more you carry.
But building on the hard truth is much better than...
Building on pillars of salt and sand...
We wilt if we don't grow...
So let's hug ourselves and be happy now.

One repeats this phrase with the keen of heart
Yet do not fully grasp the concept of its art
In the end nothing matters
Speculating the grand scheme of afterlife
Is there even an afterlife?

Fire rose from man’s heart
Enabling great fear and passion
In the end nothing matters
Yet a man can only push and hope for better
As he is in no control of his destiny
One can only cruise the ship with certainty
Certain of his own capability
Infinite
Certain that one day his work will be seen by great minds
Transcending
Bestow to mankind at the desperate time
Free the greatness within
Free the inspiring nature indeed
Is this merely a dream of a kind
You would not know until you arise

From ashes of the old one
Reminiscent of the death
In the end nothing matters
Tranquil yet fearful
Thus the nature of life
Unappreciative at its nature
Yet all is harmonious and righteous
As a bacteria can make imminent difference
All is connected and nothing is lost
One can only stand and accept it all

Ziku

In the cabin I ponder
Upright arm crossed
Cheering for the reality of livelihood
Calculating
Learning
Reciting
Living
Through the cacoon I rose
But what's the meaning of it all?

An old man stood before thee grand of death
A stick in his hand and a bag of deed on his back
Judgement day longing from the not so distant future
Chariots of fire accompanied by mythical features
At the end nothing matters
But your deed to the being and everlasting lust for the truth

As the words arose I sit and ponder
Imminent death
Unpredictable
What's the meaning of it all?
Not a drop of answer will show
One finds his own destiny
When he chose the life of the enlightenment
Hardships follow though
People resent you
Yet the message is clear
"Just do you"

Feeling numb from my head to my feet.
Like a musician who can't hear the beat.
But that's what happens
when you're making your name in the streets.
Can't trust anyone you meet.
So where do you start
when you can't trust anyone,
let alone your own heart?
You take your time.
Think everything through.
Because only you know
what's best for you

Am i the water
Drifting, flowing within the mass
Sometimes rushing rapidly
At times stagnant

Or am I a rock
Slowly being eroded by constant pressure
Or a leaf
Cascading wildly until saturated

My body is connected
To a sensory mind
As the heart beats faster
Tense with fear, or excitement
Like a wild animal frozen before flight
Until I center
Breathing...into...strength
Of recognition and oneness

Desiring the connectivity
To be beyond me
A soul collective
Despite differences and greed

Difficult enough to find love
In a partner, or friend
Let alone the thought
Of omnipresence between us all
As I struggle to tune myself