Acts to Play
This world that seems so brightly upright,
is actually upside down, breathing a ranging storm.
With its strings attached to the ground,
With fumbling players, acts to play.
The heart that seem so vividly alive,
is untamed, unclear and wild,
With rain drop falling like spears.
To the old soul which stops to listen,
The tales of the unsaid mysteries of the heaven,
As we render to the most unwanted sphere,
We blush like faded clangs of fear.
Fear is sad and holds us firm,
The fear of losing that, which was never there,
And here I die in despair.
Do not listen to the aches of the faking pride,
Which blisters our bodies with materialistic strides.
As their lies a whole in the depth of our soul,
Listen to the breeze that freely flows, that freely flows,
that freely flows!!