No matter how thick you build the wall,
Somewhere sometime it will tear down.
Everything that looks permanent, will change
The purest of emotions will also drain
You will live without the thing
For which you used to live.
Thinking of the end in every beginning,
Cursing your loved ones, who make you weak.
Life is like a continuously transforming maze,
You can’t run twice in this race.
Every passing minute,
Takes a bit of you, with it.
Nothing remains but the blurred images,
That you stored in your eyes.
