The undying and irrelevant of the universe
Wants to be noticed by its creation
It gifts those who do and black marks them who screw
Love: a shout into void;
Its oblivion is inevitable
But giggles with the thought
The poet writes;
The dawn will be down to day, nothing the gold stay
That Something initiated millions ago;
We are the side effect of that initiation
Live. Laugh. Cry. Worry. Think. Shut up. Shout.
Accomplishment of these leads us to Somewhere?
Heading to that 'S'
We look back
And put a smile
Thinking, we were made a fool,
Undenying that world: you were so vain and fake…
