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
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None of my work have preconceive meaning, all done in a go.
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