In a pit of darkness they reached out to the light
As fair and bright as tiny beads in the sky
When you see the traces of souvenirs woven into a tearful dream of uncertainty
That could be someone's hopeless infinity
In a carefree world of security
When the luckiest souls found themselves reasons to live
And you see them being the only ones happy enough to share
That's their reward, their desire to live for infinity
In a bid to be releaved or really released from their shackles
And you see them fighting back harder everytime they're crushed
The ones whose soul was left to linger near the abyss for too long
Their escape might be their infinity
But I see you wondering why would anyone want to live or experience infinity?
Perhaps it's the beginning after the end, or the end longing for a beginning ?
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Pensée Of Anemones
PoetryA collection of Poetry I hide from my outside world and tell you unjudging strangers
