WHICH WAY

 

sands beneath our feet 

our hearts feeling the heat 

too many pains in our struggles

hopes vapors like bubbles 

life and its inconsistencies 

destiny and its contingencies 

paths and its emptiness 

our feet threading in lonliness 

a cursed mark instilled in us from birth 

lays with us till death 

karma lives in all our choices 

our flaws screaming at the top of their voices 

a dilemma we sought ourselves 

lost and alone like books on the shelves 

our thought process, a deadly world 

our prayers, empty and void 

which way do we go 

where does the wind really blow  

Where the road leads, we don’t know

our oars are lost in the row 

@talk2leigh

(X & insta)

10:32am

16 April 2025