Miles away, lost ways,
Beating hearts finding tracks,
Curiosity just buries,
Hope of miracles to happen
Phoenix giving its warmest chills;
Deep within a sound struggles
And the words rooted within:
“Where I am, Where thou have been?
Hanging on the broken bridges;
Of life, observing crunches….”
Surrender thou to thy own self,
Mark, you get all your solutions,
And much more brief,
Just keep your heart a little patient,
And thou eye with not a single grief….
Better, needs long time nearly
Afterall it is just…..slowly slowly!!