Make it turn back If it is falling apart Make it hold tight If it just slipped from you Make yourself worthy of it Only your soul can be imprinted to it.
From the origin of human race, In the reckoning of all the sins you will be facing God’s face. Believe that it belonged to you As It was always yours Just lost somewhere around Somewhere in the crowd But You already knew you are its real owner You owned it . If time comes, you can be its slave. Like you are born to be rooted to it. Like You take every single breathe only for it Make it your zenith. Certainly, there will be dawn of the truth. And it will be yours.
Just imagine How you ever wished for it? Did you ever? If yes then it’s meant to be yours forever. You are destined to be with it till the eternity. Create and write it in your destiny. Stop being a waver for the fidelity.
If you lost the faith ,then you are perished. It is the audacity of dashing hopes That makes us rise above all After all it’s the life that need to be cherished.
Sing it along as your last song. The last song of hope, believe and love.
The moral dilemma was unlearning. less than truth. Downgrading the- branded witch. Vaccine was spawning new virus. O Buddha, why did you started looking beautiful and began sitting in a living room? Trailing the smoke I was going to find
(as imagined by this lumpenproletariat) When no bigger then innocuous, ho hum, happy go lucky generic black whole sonny and cher full pinhead size zit, thine pluperfect promising mysterious seat of pants whodunnit wordlessly wise wedded waywardness writ partly apportioned,
Addiction to harmless Is accepted Addiction to harmful Is not advisable Addiction is submission Which involves Imaginations Addition is Pollution Which involves Revolution Addition is attraction Which involves Affection Addition is a fiction Which involves Correction Addition is a caution