Border

Life is a bubble in this vast ocean of time. 

But we carry the mountainous burden on our tiny 

Being entangled and intoxicated with the

So-called illusion and emotional trash

Forgetting to enjoy the eternal bliss springing within. 

We hope to live for billions of years

But we cross the faint border of life with the blinking of eyes 

And go into a deep slumber

In the infinite time's bed. 

So, why don't we erase the border of grudge 

Making life scary and congested

And dying every second before death?