Sparks

Seeing the cities only by sparks at night
wandering in this world, looking, gleaming anything in sight
as you stepped up in the chamber of this world's own wake
you may think how unfruitful, and tainted man's own path has made?

life as you see it, is what you take from it..
break away, walk away.. leaving everything that comes and pay..
each path that have been made unclean, shattered by natures disdainful way
are the very own path to the veil, we are unfolding in ruins trail..

round as a sphere, blue as our world..
those minds keeping in tyranny untold..
sweeping in power, stepping up with temper
not knowing.. they are digging their own shelters..

red as a rose, pure as a blood
this passion, every soul is keeping at heart..
Will given by the mover, abused by sacrastic beholders..
used relentlessly, like veins entangled in hypocrisy.

words you may see, sights you may hear..
unnoticed, this essence in life you must bear..
looking at the ears of the deaf, listening to the eyes of the blind..
confusion crawls up in the mind of unlucky ones..

creative as your hands, understanding as the mind you have..
your potential, granted with wisdom.. should be used in line..
you are never alone in this world, never abandoned..
it is just a matter of looking, listening at the sparks at night..