Sunday, July 3, 2011

Nearing Death

So vast and pure, and so obscure
Are the mazes of the divine
You think you know, and yet you don't
The boundless flow of life and its times
It's all in YOU, your heart and soul
Your mind and your percipience
Even then you stay a perfect stranger
To the reflection that is thine
You love, you live, you hold them dear
You see, you care, you think, you fear
You need them near, but it all disappears
And in the end you are only left with nothing
But an existence unclear