A parallel World. (Jouneys-1)

A thousand snows have passed by,
in the multitudes of time.
And each sunrise with,
its ray of promise paradise has,
created the refractions

Of intense clouds that gather
a thick hull
and, we move on, like marching soldiers-
in uniform.

Deaths that cast an interlude
in the endlessness, the purposelessness
of the unthinking world;
come, fall again into this merry go round
of life and death and rebirth and survival.


As if faith matters, when truth is gamble
and if I thrive on lies, I will be damned.
A thin line between these contraries
that shapes the paradoxes of the world.