Angstful orientation : Life is a mystery which is untold. Some of us are capable of comparing our whole day long journey with the treasure of mountains covered a bird.
May be the time of proximity is minimal,
May be it’s the last virtue of my postictal,
May be the next time you have a soul to manifest,
May be the shades of almighty covers you with a vest,
May be the darkness doesn’t feel obscure,
May be the light within turns impure,
May be the shred is enough to cover,
May be the apparel leads you to quiver,
May be the inferior engulfs a gold within,
May be the superior surrounds a covin,
May be the laugh hides a weep,
May be the cry leads you to sweep,
May be the love is just a test,
May be the hate resides in lest,
May be the cover is not appropriate,
May be you roam in what your head create,
May be you don’t feel the essence of wind,
May be the warmth beneath kill you with the tind,
May be the time has just arrived,
May be the reaper saw me cried.
Forechosen vagued senses over humans.
