Life means more,
More than just what it seems to be
What you see is a delusion,
A boundless sea
You think its done,
That you have known enough
Your eyes are full,
Your spirit is dripping
But see the moon that still shines
The sun that still sets
What for, what purpose?
It is not a feather in cage
Not a runners gold
Neither a blister
Nor a dead end.
Its your destiny,
Your bosom crony
It flickers within you,
Wondering who you are
It pains, it smears
It reasons, it covets
It says, I will not perish
But still, you draw a line.
This is biased to what you call
Life
Restricted to a handful score
You regard you have forded
Still you don't sight the shore
Because I can see
And you should know, that life means more
