The seek of a man is the essence of the time
He spent doing anything except his wish.
But what does one seek from a log of wood
That carves itself into some piece?
The society works on an enigmatic system,
And the call from above means righteousness.
But what does one do to earn the bell,
That rings itself in awade emptiness?
The tired and the broken still gets up at dawn,
Laid down again with the break of dusk.
But what does one propose to earn the love,
That loves the unbroken and awake?
The paths of kindness and that of happiness,
May or may never even collide.
But what does one seek from the one he loves,
That person who won't even bother if he died?
I long for forgiveness to them,
For the sins they have committed to me.
But what should I seek in return from them,
Those who left me in my state of decree?
"I seek nothing. It's time to seek no more, but to build more. It's time to beg no more but be gone with this face of mine and never return into the lives of those who won't appreciate it's presence and won't be bothered by it's absence."
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A Quarrel in the Brain Park
PoezieJust some poems I wrote, at different points of my life. Hope you relate to them at some point. Also to remember, it's a collection of poems so there are many genres. See if you'll like either of them.
