Is it life that moves from death to death
or mere breaths piled upon one another?
Has that ever been life enough for me,
stagnant, inert and perhaps complacent?
For those living to the lees, they can’t be
life enough, even if the other way
is synonymous to a painful death!
When wisdom, like a sinking star has drowned
into the shallow sea of ignorance,
I thought, could a ripple break Narcissus’ spell
or perhaps a pacific Tsunami!
In the end my dauntless spirit resigned,
asking, which is sweeter – freedom or love
and which is sourer – the grape or the wine?