we may wish to walk this life
or Fly to its new height
all we need is time and open sky
where bluish color extent you eye
yet it is not the color of your eye
but the smile of your soul
that would etch into the mind of God
the weigh of pain and the height of bliss
which make a better heaven?
yours or the universe's?
who has more capacity for tears?
the outskirts of time
or the boundary of age?
some fly with youthful bliss
other would rather age like wine
some may miss the memory
other wish to hurry and be gone
but for whom does the bell toll?
or is it the calling to God
there is no turning back nor step forward
just the present dance and the entanglement with fate
but who can make cake without sweeten the tear
May even god fear this teary wear
and who that would not fear?
this torturing life that is already much endeared?
©ericpham
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