Is it destined, as if a fixpoint rock,
Or is it lucid, like a river flow,
It gets dull every now and then,
Will see the light, don’t know when.
There is much to do,
There was much to be done,
Questions are too many,
There were answers to none.
Enormous efforts, yet no gains,
To see all moving, sometimes it pains,
Waiting for the spark, nights have passed,
To catch the fire, It’s a wonder when it would be.
There it is again,
No beginning, No end,
And again feels the heart,
Carrying the weight of thousand souls.