Fulfilment

Words, equations, speeches, silences
 Will all turn into dust someday
For nothing is meant to last, to be real
And yet everyone is fighting a lost battle.

There is nothing that I want to achieve
For there is today, no void in me
Objectives, promises, goals; meaningless
Waiting with happiness to close my eyes.

For me, something lies on the other side
I feel no attachment, no anchor of life
Yet living, the process, is not painful
To not live while living is my right to life.

An escape is deep within me
A pathway that leads to a light
Serene, eternal, it doesn't reveal
Itself, to orthodox wide-open eyes.

This world might have had a reason
To make me a part of the process
But my path, I know is set apart
The flesh will be maligned and burnt
But I'm not my flesh, not what is seen
My soul seeks wings, someday will flee.