'Life'-A Confusion

Be that path of mystery,

The game that gives hair a white tone,

Will it be a pity or a masterpiece engraved well in history?

The surfeiting carving of a road leading into the unknown,

And a helpless sculptor and debt of karma’s loan.

Of what value remains the renowned philosophy?

Issues solving by themselves or just blank illusions!

Working or lost deep in hopes and curiosity?

Trench lies by the narrow wall against decisions.

Can we have power to fly out?

Can we climb and get the way out?

Would we just dream or would we ever rise?

The running surely holds the stops to hold up and pray,

You never know how big of an enlightening destined with one guiding ray:

The vital topic of words could shape in a rose or a knife,

That main path people often term as a ‘Life’.