Mantle

Birth opens the gate of death Between the sentence lies the path of life Traveled by all sentient beings All are born All will die The unnameable state determined by illness Stockpile of gathered karmas We must pass through this enviable state Feeling that something is oddly off In extremis believers Surreal poetic flaw Terrifying, fascinating, magnificent mystery Everything achieved 10000 years ago Dictated on a snuff tape With a conflicting end Impenetrable, forbidden vest of lies The sounds and smells That made me forget A cheap solution To block our regrets Sailing alone The frozen rivers Surrounded by legions of souls But yet all alone Trapped within This solitude world Haunted by memories of foretime Running miles With nowhere to go A meaningless life A Broadway show Screaming for help Does anyone hear? Echoes in our heads What does serenity mean? Hope is an illusion An optimist′s prediction