The Gospel of life

Pastel cities and perfect dreams,

Getting ruined over non existent glees.

Losing time burning candlelights,

And losing the will to take flight.

Traversing deep seas

And healing my wounds

Sinking in wilderness

And trying to exhume

The dreams I lost trying to follow,

Typical paths with my heart hollow

I realize the sun goes down

As it come up.

The circle of life –no different.

What goes around comes back around

Existence –A thought way too surreal.