A flat surface
Painted with gaze
Seeing the waves of life
Mirage face
With a dose of graceful look
Maze of night
So bright showing the way;
With rushing glide
Jumped into the day;
Lost in front of the sun
So just run and run to cover
Far distance to forever
Being bright doesn’t mean
To enjoy life;
By choice or being conditioned-
In relation with
The law
Well, not so bright at all here
The dwindling light comes from
... infinity...
Twinkling sight burns on
... infinitely...
Colourful beauty
Chasing for beauty right beside the only reality
That’s reached
So wide is the space
No faces it has to be gazed
Empty, completely sterile reality
Essential existence it is
Incalculable ignorance to live in
Ever more events recurring;
A thought in erring stride
Chasing for a moment of being absolutely right
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