There you are, all by yourself, Trapped in a box beneath. Feeling sad that you're all alone Because it's just you and your deeds. Wishing with you there was another soul With whom you won't compete. That way, you won't be lone And surely, you'd be complete. But you know your wish won't come true Because for you it's the end of the road. Now you wonder who'll see you through, You see no one, and then you mope. By your garden you should have been buried, so that its fragrance you smell, and its green you see. By an ocean, so that its splash you hear, and its breeze you feel. Beneath a tree, so that its fruit you eat, and the heat you wouldn't feel. Then you think again... The beauty of it all is above. Now your heart is filled with pain... Because you're trapped right there - below. Your eyes are filled with terror As you await a day unknown. A day when there will be no error, The day the trumpet will be blown. Zaynerb
Zaynerb dreams of a community of people who are constantly positive in their thoughts, a community that embraces growth and knowledge, and a community that imbibes good character.