Breaking The Wall

The rage framed by the walls of time, are repeating the course of destiny, stung by the emotions are stuck by the sorrows, curled up within are the rusted and narrow alleys.

Into the wilds the precise and refine strides, Everest and the abysses freeze minds, the peace of mind in the indifferent wonders of crimes, lost in the trance of the small lines are these pretty finds.

Fighting with the right spirit it was a march, to reach the end of the world covered with a snow-filled arch, engaged in the art of the flying mystics, toppled the surroundings with zestful full of love.

There is a thin line between insanity and reality, for there is the profound love captured in those vessels, in that deep moment of the so loved truth, let us not wait for it to happen and bite the fruit.