Journey

Long time ago, a man started to run..

Didn’t know the destination or why did he begin..

The sweat on his face glistening under the sun..

Captivating like gold, thus joined another man..

Hungry and tired they found a melon..

To share or keep became the survival question..

One killed another and thought he had won..

That victory, that power, was it all for fun?

Since then men joined a journey that never ends..

Like hamster on a wheel, captivated; we run..

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Black butterfly

Why are we still scared of the dark?

Isn’t black inviting, drawing everything in..

There’s a certain mystery to it,

Concealing all things dark in it’s heart..

Making everything bright glow brighter…

There’s a black butterfly at my door,

Should I let it in?

Cursed..

Cursed is the one,

Who feels and feels deeply..

In a world, made of nothing

but stone.