In the Entanglement of life,
In the race to survive.
Is there peace?
Like saplings we grow,
Enthralling from nothing.
From the hands that sow,
Us into something.
In the Entanglements of life,
In the race to survive.
There are moments,
And some torments.
For what is life?
If there is nothing to survive for,
If there is nothing to live for,
If there is nothing to endure for,
As we grow into the world,
Bewildered at all.
As the branches separate out,
As the complications come out.
Shallowness overwhelming us.
I don't know what to say.
World yet to decipher.
All I see is despair.
For what is life?
Without this shallowness.
