Do you ever wonder how fragile life is?
It hangs by a thread , called uncertainty
Uncertainty of jurisdictions within the space-time continuum, within ourselves and within/amongst the people around us
A constant tug-of-war between the unspoken and unheard, the only constant is uncertainty
The fragility of life is an unspoken truth,
A shadow we often overlook
a bright day we forget to enjoy
a mild breeze on a hot summer's day, a popsicle to keep summer sorrows at bay
Little joys galore, seldom do we appreciate them to-day
We crib and we loathe
we digress from our oaths
we're solemn when we must thrive
we're angry all the time
unseemingly there's enough, there's no pleasing the heart and mind
but aren't these joys the real reason to be alive
what a beautiful time it is, for us to be born, to be alive..
full of wonders of the past, living in Humankind's prime
but we prefer to struggle to meet ends with our mind,
unwillingly to keep our gadgets aside,
unwillingly to show true emotion,
unwillingly to shed a tear,
unwillingly to call spade-a-spade,
unwillingly to say I'm not okay, take my hand, hear my voice
unwillingly to be comforted,
unwillingly to be loved, solely because it's a struggle to be true
our lives stuck in the past, eyes locked on a mirage called the future
we suffer to see the mirage, all the white-lies
our absent minds, in the present
heaving passive-aggressive sighs,
sentenced to ifs/ifs-not, but and why
a child once lay flat on the grass,
his eyes locked onto the blue sky,
he was the pilot on the plane flying by
he was the very spirit of being alive
Very thoughfult piece.
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