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