Monday, 13 July 2015

Joy without any meaning~~~~

All of creation does seem to laugh with me
See the stars, see how they do shine so bright
See the moon, see how its glare seem to say, wait, it's still early
See the night sky, see how it breathes towards me, secrets I wish to keep in my heart!

Yes, all of creation, from nature to the whole of the universe
Seems to say to me, why, with life have you been blessed
Why do you not make the most of it
Why do you not see it as being for you, the Lord's treat!

Even the angels, the fairies and the mythical creatures
They all do seem to feel the same pleasure I do feel in the air
Why, for my plight, they all do seem to care
It is as if, they do seem to send towards my scars, warm and gracious cures

Why, I do ask myself while glancing up towards the sky
Why is it that in spite of this joy, I do feel like I wish to cry
Is the cause of it the fear of seeing my expectation all broken
Or is it because I see life as being nothing but mistaken

Of course, why would life have any  meaning if it does come its end
Why do bodies change over time, why do they get buried in their own land
Why is it that life does not last, that love even does not last
That only memories be there to remind us of things past

Come, said to me the stars from up their twinkling altars
Life is meant to be lived as it is
Please, please do take it all with some ease
Pray, do live, love and do laugh

Pray do, for life has always been as it is
Now, we shall laugh, we shall laugh with you indeed
Even if you believe that lost you are on the path that you do lead
Mind you, we shall be there to remind you that everything is to be taken as it is!

While all of creation does laugh with lightness
Why, I do realize I need to thank the Heavens for all that I have been blessed
Yes, I shall laugh with them all
For even if everything shall end, eternal shall always be my soul!


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