A knight in a suit of armour
built out of strong self belief
imposing on other,
blinded self by the gaze of the (suit's) shining sheet.
The confluence of self and the idea,
happens just like
the confluence of all tributaries,
just before the river ends in the sea.
The heart beats out
for what matters today
An apple on a tree
that will soon rot away
Is the world
what it seems?
or do I need to grow
is it even there?
do I really want to know?
Am I that part of the sea
somewhere in the middle
away from everywhere
calm and placid on a moonless night
not affected by the rhythmic
seashore waves counting time?
Or am I a volcano erupting
capable to change,
to make my own ground,
derange?
Does one need to pass through
fire and be cast into shape?
Is that the purpose of life
or does it matter if we were still just apes?
As a child, I search for candy,
and with it walk away to moon,
a bounce in every step
by that piece of candy induced.
I see my perspective, the world has its,
never coinciding,
The urge for individuality
laid bare.
Why has this happened to me,
where was I wrong,
how will this decide my future?
I stand Janus faced, staring my destiny's wall.
We shall sing, we shall dance,
we shall eat and be merry,
life's river taking its own course
watering each ones' tree of cherry.
