Shoulders slumped, shrivelled and weak.
A camaraderie of efforts but not a single step can I seek.
As I look via my cataracted gaze into the blurry empty space.
Ans not once did the nature pertubed my daze.
So I travelled back to the age of thrills and screams.
Where there were immaculate thoughts,eyes full of gleam.
Innocent laughs echoing across my wrinkly body, skin deep.
Reminencing those, instilled inside me a pint of yearning.
Face wrinkled, hair jaded, those memories are now still burning.
It was the best of times.
It was the worst of times.
The flames have quenched... but the ashes are still woven.
And now I get the Karma for all the paths I've chosen.
I've exited the Arena, I've ended up the fight.
And now Blissfully and Finally... I can close up my eyes.
