Boulders roll down my cheeks
Marking their path,
Falling from two peeks,
Into a teary bath.
Carving with their sense
Into my being,
Layers of antisense
Just for my seeing.
Truth is carved into my left,
Deception into right,
I am victim of no theft,
But I will always fight!
Cause a gift emotion is
That all of us enjoy,
But also a curse of His,
Made to destroy.
I achieved disequilibrium,
A perfect state of imperfection.
Life is like an idiom,
Searching for our own reflection.
