Roads behind were rough,
Times were undeniably tough,
People concealed behind masks -
Survival: indeed a must!
I wouldn't have noticed I'd gone far,
Had I not felt spent.
I had to stop - else I'd expire.
But not for long; I should aspire!
T'was when I met a man
Under a dying tree.
I sat by him, asked how he was;
He then heaved a sigh of agony.
"I'm stuck here for ages;
Tired of life, lost, unfree.
I'm merely a grime,
A product of uncertainty."
I looked at him sympathetically.
"You're tired though you're not living?"
The atmosphere became even dreary.
"It isn't living - you're just existing."
"You're lost
for you didn't have the faith.
You're tired
for you didn't believe in your fate."
"Now, is this good-bye or come with me?
Rest is o'er, let's now persist!
Rise. Believe. Be free.
Do more to life than just exist!"
