There has never been a strive
Quite like the one in the jarred life..
You have all these scapes scattered around
But somehow you feel terribly bound..
Never has There been so endlessly near
Nor the thought to reach it endlessly dear..
You reach for the light but hit a wall
Though it seems you're divided by nothing at all
''And so..'', said There with the wind in his hair,
''..Do you plan to just sit there and stare..?
.. And after all in here you do nothing at all
But sit around playing a thrall ..''
''There!'' yelled the one who is jarred
In surprise upon hitting the ground..
Creating a stir at the edge of sight
There disappeared into the tattered light..
Looking so frail, looking so lost
The jarred soul wished to follow at any cost..
Still not knowing much about the in and out
But feeling such a need to find out what its about..
Lights would come nights would go
But There somehow would never show ..
Sorrow grew, rains would fall
Still nothing would come to melt the wall..
Piles and piles of scholarly lies
Could not help at all to solve or devise..
The sheer grandeur of what was lost
Turned the soul to stone and frost
Until...
by: me
...
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