And again.

The world is a labyrinth, of threats and commands

It’s woven around itself- an inevitable, seamless end

The further you travel, the more you gather it’s all alike

You shall be ensnared alive, lest you ruthlessly blend

Memories are sought to be remembered and yet forgotten

It commences with naught, terminates in the same

Things change, and you are nobody furthermore

It all dissolves into the ceaseless platform of pain

The core of it- sorrow is vastly eternal

Man merely tries to find happiness all his existence

And he lives in a trance- the same as the others

Navigating through agony, grabbing as much as he tends

Hence, when you hear my cry, inquire not what happened

Life happened my friend; a new turn of infidelity

Probe as to what I understood, for it may abet you too

And take a pew; for this is the verity.

I’ll tell you that hope is the source of all

An inept thing, that. When glints of light in you remain:

Destroyed by the rash truth that knocks you in the face

Do not hope mon ami, for you shall be hammered again. And again.

                                                                                                              - яhԑȃ