Ceaseless Loop

Like a clock work of galactic dimension 

Days changed for another day, year for another 

Each night following footprints of the previous 

Hardly a shade different than the other 

 

Trapped in the glass hour, to decant and filled again 

Swishing sand filled the ears, screaming void surrounds 

Life moves on, yet is static, feet sunk deep into the dark swamp 

An illusion run amok on the streets, rivers or over the mounds 

 

Hollow rings the temple bells, sadness in carols,  

The emptiness of muezzin calls from the lofty minaret 

The charade of happiness, the tears of treachery 

Wingless Dreams breathing their last in the typic’s net 

 

Same people, same faces, same memoir in an endless loop of trite life  

The impasse time, waiting to handcuff the incessant cycle of dread. 

I ran away, I ran away to the safety of unknown, a stranger 

I hid amongst the unknown faces, to the bizarre lands I fled  

 

The strings of fate have brought me back again, to the very lanes 

To look into the eyes of the pain, that I ran endlessly to hide 

To stand up, to find my voice, to face my fear, to fight till the end 

Accept the fate, savor the taste, good or bad with humility and pride