SOON TO SUN

SOON TO SUN

Mission, what is life without a mission?

A man was born and dies to inter,

I chose to walk in a broad road and huge entrance,

Hoping that lives there are mighty as what the eyes can see,

But what makes thou to think it not,

The breath went through wounds to spaceless door,

I laughed but gradually felt own cuts,

Realization dawned: it’s the life in the tree.

© 2017