Love comes with so many words
Music sings much about love in songs
Drama actualize love in portrayed acts
Sport spots all humankind unite
Freedom ignites the feeling of hope and rest.
Humanity ever searching for means of existence
Existence found existence lost
The morning of existence comes unnoticed
Carried through field of thistles we all become
Pieced we all are when we noted existence
We healed and healed but we are unable
The piecing so deep at start of existence
If there was somewhere else known before “why did existence change my place for this kind”
Maybe I will be pieced some more “so why this existence”
Existence found existence lost
The afternoon rushes in just before morning fades
Looking at the afternoon reminds how the morning arches
The sunshine adds to the lingering pain of the piece“ I have stood” you yield, “yet my feet are stuck in holes”
Everywhere is bright, movement is not possible still
Afternoon holds nothing but stress of existence “Come along with us” they geared as if they’ve mastered existence
We all are the same with nothing accomplished in the afternoon
Existence we found and as the eye blinked we lost it
It is evening and afternoon has left with pain of heart not time for veinless pursuit but to reminisce
This heart full of mysteries is gradually coming to rest
Existence places us on feet that “no longer moves”
Muscles that can “no longer struggle”
Faces that calls out loud “I shouldn’t have existed
Vision that has no interest to pry the future
“Did I find existence or existence found me”
May it loose me just this very moment
Night oh night, should I be glad or maybe sad
I knew it will come but it waited too long
The lingering pain of the morning, the added stress in the afternoon, the evening of less activity
And thoughtfulness makes night to be longed for
Yes! Yes!! Yes!!! I can rest now. I will rest until
A better existence finds me at nonexistence
Let that existence find me that will not stress nor loose me.