Poetry

Behold to that you have done it wrong -
your thoughts are no more than fiction.
 
 
You are too fragile yet not strong
your life is a fail, to that no contradictions.
 
 
The small world of yours shall soon fall.
-May perhaps, no longer last anymore!
 
 
Like the days bring blindness to the Owl,
-the same shall occur it had once before.
 
 
Ask “Is failing a necessity for a successor?
Are not the answers possessed by reflections?”
 
 
Surely, I point my finger at ‘you’ on the water.
Not you but I seek answers for those questions.
 
 
Or is it I who shall wait, exploiting, forever
-and to come for this life’s anhaliation?