Philosopher's Pen

Maybe it is the terror of breathing Apprehension that another day will come Another year  The fear of being alive without a mark Causes the question  Does anyone deserves anything? Did being born really have a purpose? May be the reason was much bigger than you So much so that the little reason vanished You wonder why you have anything And when no answer heeds your call You lump all of it to God The supreme abyss of all unknown You close your eyes 

Flap your wings over the wind son of my father Believe in your sight even when you honestly are blind Believe in the things you see in your heart Leonardo Even if you fall and fail Davinci believe you potentially could be right And even if in your life time they abhor In death they will sing your glory

The party doesn't last forever The booze and the buzz finally die down Everyone finally falls on their own Finally, they move on This fact of life will never change ever The mind will always be baffled by this truth that the heart has always known

If we have a baby girl Name her happy For so I have been for the past few days My self I gave up and became wind Forgetting heaven and hell Just becoming me Yet completely unlike me I became life  As if i ate life itself I found my self deep inside me And i was terrified So I want to loose my self Get back to what the world expects I wonder if I will regret But deep down I don't have the power You take it away evry time my eyes meet yours It is like our sauls have mated And conceived this thing that should not die But fear, rules and norms want it aborted If I loose myself and you no longer see me When you have a baby girl Call her happy She will be my candle I will remember