• abchan 23w


    Being lost in the meadow;
    The vast sorrow land had a reason to cherish its achievements and gains,
    And also to celebrate it's losses and pains.

    A new hope, a new bright light;
    Can anyone forsee the untroden path?
    The foreboding aeon from beyond the sunlight doesn't have a real existence anymore,
    It's only the present in which I can be.

    May I know what did you bring with you?
    Well i am not a seeker and ought I won't be.
    But can you push me, throw me & make me hard toil.
    Seems its the right medicine to be what I want to be.