Life...

It's hollow, it's empty.

It's calm and it's serene.

It's peaceful but it's strange.

It's this  part of the mind,

that I hardly explore.

As I stand in this unscathed hill,

with only the breeze and the drizzling shower,

as I let my brain sleep

on my mind's arms.

With just trees and hills to see,

as I stand on this cliff,

the air pushing me with all the aggression,

I realize that

It's this part of the universe,

parallel to this part of the mind,

I find myself.

This is me, The son of nature talking

to all of the world

Brothers of mine out there,

listen to the voice

You ought to find yourself someday.

Find yourself to live.

Because all you do is survive.

And that

is not life.


Words and LIfe