Circle of Life

Being born from the hands of Dust,

We all retire back as Dust.

Soaking the gliding gold off the mountains,

I tainted upto the cliff again,

Glowing docks wearing dark masquerades

Made me wanna live again.

Seeking the reason of existence,

I feared the molten stones,

Finding the peace is rest assured

Giving life bottoms up.

The world’s a stage as we heard

Sparkling the entity with harmonious moan.

Yet, why do we fear

Seeking endless for the clear?

And so I go

Being born from the hands of Dust

We all retire back as Dust.