It’s gone
all of it.
It’s not the same anymore.
Life’s not the same.
The masks fell,
Bonds were broken.
Some are unwell,
Feels like it was chosen.
Why, I cannot tell.
In all, just disappointment.
Though, in the mess something rises,
Life is full of surprises!
Some good, some bad,
But an eventful life at that.
Turns out much of what is will not be.
Much of what seemed true is uncertain.
Few are the things eternal.
Sometimes we have to break
If we are to meet our fate.
We have to let it go,
if we ever want to know
How our purpose is essential.
Will we ever be certain?
Of who we are meant to be?
How can I find comfort
If I cannot see?
Am I wrong, am I right?
What will I find?
Will anything be the same?
Will we be together again?
Right now, the options are open.
But that may be its purpose,
To get lost, to lose hope, to be broken,
And there’s no motive to wonder, no use.
In a life of comebacks, rises and falls,
Of the none’s and all’s,
Sometimes it’s all, we get it.
All it takes is a little perspective.
17th June 2020
