At one point of time, there looms a wall. Where one becomes perceptive of all that has happened, every notion and emotion of the moment; and seemingly prepared of all that is to come.

I think I've had enough.
Of rampaging against the current;
searching for the intangible;
questioning all faith and belief
till it comes back a full circle.

There is no end to speculations of tragedy;
mourns of conditional defects,
regrets of the bitter past,
and fear of the unknown.
No freedom from the ever-unrestrained heart.
No choice of whom to romance.

Always the thoughts, the ponderings.
Never the solid answer.

Some things require death before the absolute:
about God, fate, and damned end.


I've thought through it all, toiled through it all, grown numb of it all. And suddenly there was no further point to reach. Frail humanness and mortality stares coldly at the eye.

There is the Ego. And there is the world.

Call it gutless surrender; but there, after all, exists a barrier. We are only human.


So it's time to end the mindless struggle.
Time to bear the shackles, the scars, the weight on the feet.
Time to shoulder the heavy cross and keep on walking.
Open the eyes to beauties perchanced and bestowed upon.
Grasp an infallible hope.
Radiate all love from the core.


It really is best,
to make the most of what God has given.