Nothing worth making me sad is in the walk of life
Yet not a soul habitual of finding reasons to smile I am;
This is when the neutrality of life dawns upon me,
Forcing me to think who I am, with what strange motives.
Finding someone who can assist me,
In getting the answers to those mysterious questions;
I find only me, the wind, the stars and the trees,
WHO, sometimes quiten up,
Resonating the helplessness within my heart.
Yet there akways remains a hope,
For the leaves on tree tops to shake And winds to blow;
Engulfing me with the vibes,
Of some unknown entity.
And finally, the single loud cry is heard,
Crying out loud, telling me that;
I am a soul that cannot be known
And finally, ending all the questions within me,
I sleep forever on the stones…………