Way of Life

A thunder passes by,
My senses trek back to the attendance.
So lost was I,
Attention grappled to focus on existence.

Humming a song of which lyrics I do not know,
Yet unearthing those phrases was a simple flow.

Was it you? Was it the Providence?
My spirit led the path that trailed your presence.

Distinctly I heard a voice entitling your self,
It became my guide and showed me the way.

A light there was, as bright as a spark of diamond glitter,
My heart quivered with hope but yet it could shatter.

With rickety ground beneath my feet,
Trust was no longer an ally of me.

Hands lengthened out I frantically sought thee,
Groping the faint darkness my eyes spot the silhouette of he.

Blood rushed, heart hammered,
My visionary devices probed underneath a cover.
A long gasp and a wild cry,
I could hear my hope exploding by.
With all ropes and hooks efforts went futile,
It went just like that under the crevice.

A thunder passes by,
My senses trek back to the attendance.
So lost was I,
Attention grappled to focus on existence.

Just to focus on existence.