THE JOURNEY OF LIFE

BIO VOYAGE

Life is a journey

And sitting in this vehicle is a broken sculpture of age crying. 

Time is a sadist 

For it begins a trip and waits not for its trippers 

Allowing hope to roam this mundane room alone 

With spanned feet numbered on soil 

Waiting for sleep to cover Sand under Sand

We are travellers passing through mortal streets with vain luggages

Our steering stiffened by bread combing

Viewing upcoming generations from side mirror

As we try to overtake fears with oxygen speed

Until we finally get conquered by gray hair traffic

I know someday!

Someday this journey will set over

And this car parked,to be decayed into dust by maggots

But I weep for the key

For there arise a day it will need to open a BOOK

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