Lull
Your birth
Determines your worth
Inner goodness welcomes some
But some stay glum
Many trails lay ahead
But that is what some people dread
For something to be set in sand
Rather than stone
If you share
Fruit shall bear
The need of a gavel
Will have traveled
We all feel it
Bit by bit
Or like a truck
Overflowing your senses
Rendering you useless
Pain is like a bottle
Stirred and shaken up
Waiting to blow
If no bond
Holds you back
Then wish your wand
For everything you lack
A speeding bullet
Won’t stop
Unless you deflect it
With a bop
Desire for yearning
Is nothing but
Being used for outlasting
One universal thing
Transcends us all
Torment and pain
Clings onto us
Woven in
Since we existed
Pain is what we all understand
No matter who we are
Poke holes
And let it
Flow out
So it lessens
A glass of water sits
Is it half empty
Or half full
You decide