The Cave

The cave, where we dine and dwell,
Sleep well and tell, of folktales unheard,
Travel and journey through roads and back,
When times are good and times are bad,
hard. Where we've dreamt past, the future present,
presenting gifts expecting consent, gratitude,
grateful hearts from they that we cherish, we love.

They who we would give our all to be with,
always praying they never get to perish,
die. But live eternally in our hearts..
beyond the hurts and cuts, the bruises.
Because they've walked in our shoes,
a mile or two, as they happened to choose,
to make us happy; even when we smiled but cried..
Those tears of joy but grief, anguish.
Mixed to no taste over time but we want…
We desire: To overcome and live life positive..
We admire: The heroes of age who overcame with a motive.,
the distinguished architects of success.
They inspired, we aspire..
albeit, higher.
For the road less travelled,
we climb, the steepest of hills., mountains.
Where we surmount our pains and turn them into joy, gladness.
Motivated and obligated, to maintain happiness..

The time has ticked and the Math is done.
Done to its best because; It’s the thought that counts.
The thought that is the air we breathe inside our cave, the cave…
The cave, that is our mind.

Life as you know it

Life, as you know it, as I know it, as we know it.,
Not what it seems like, and definitely not what it feels like.
We smile and we laugh, we sob and we cry,
we fly way above, we dream when we fly,
or we fly when we dream.. your pick, your choice.
How do you live it?
Why do you live it?
Fundamental. Questions I ask, just to question your mental,
state. State how you do it, and what you believe in.
Why you wake up in the morning,
what keeps your engines roaring..
Parable? But it's plausible.
Life is what you make it but how you make it,
is more important. Making the effort ever constant.
While others start from the bottom,
Others start where others left,
others left where others felt,
they couldn't take it any more,
any longer...and fled. Where their hearts bled,
of distress and pain and it led to a mess,
that they couldn't clean nor place,
not being mean.. You were left in that place,
with no choice nor chance,
to replace the misplaced.. you know what I mean?
Darkness. But there is a light that shines bright right ahead,
so why we give up when we can,
is a mystery that I came,
across as a game, of,
Survival for the fittest, revival for the fastest,
where arrival at the Finish Line,
whether the first or the last,
the fast or the passed,
the best or the worst,
is an archival of the sweetest,
victory in a lifetime. Where we will say you tried,
you fought to the last. You battled to the end,
you fought the good fight and kept the faith.,
mostly, you never gave up. You put the icing on the cake.
You shamed defeat. You famed motivation,
you embraced success and kissed failure goodbye.