In a world that is made up in the shades of grayscale
How can i squeeze myself in the right place?...
People would often say that they are either white or black.
But the reality speaks for them,...
that they stand between those greater ranges.
Neither good nor bad,
People would always rise then fall.
Shining through the cosmic waves,
Echoing from the eternal flames,
...Of so called life?...
People would live and die,
Mostly without opening their eyes.
Some would open their mind,
And some would stay all their lives blind… ?
Between the universe and its vast space,
The Fate has given us the mysterious maze.
Are we the ones who chooses our path?
Or the fate,
that is already made,
And do we only play and act as said?
Taking the journey, that is already planned ahead?
I am still not sure, about what comes after we fade...
The fate that is given to us only leads to failure?
What is the purpose of loving and fighting,
If the final moments will include only living then dying?
The universe…all empty and vast,
The space that is all around us..
That we are nothing…,
But merely grain of sand, that defines us…
Emptiness,...
Is everything...
And that is the only thing i have learned from this so called life...
