Hats off to you for pressing with such heat the words of thoughts so clearly deep for most who's souls can only keep. In ever sleep what do we meet? Our deeds in life, wasted or reaped? To what end, are words between friends, and do they echo onward? Should I think upon dark thoughts, of which I am the father? Like generations, dust to dust, what should make us so different? Not a thing, but choiceless trust, upon the surface, smiling. But generations, decayed rust, enjoyed the tides like brining. To be cooked in a furnace and proceed in whining? So, we should live a life of violence, not sadistic, but of action. Or is carpe diem just a farce, and proof, therefore our brevity. Or should we joke and laugh today, living life in levity? Such questions are folly, for on the day we cease our crawling, we will no longer be, or we will stand and walk away, through new gates, our journey's fated. The microscope unveiled the secret, energy is ever-changing, but ne'er does it disappear from even our existence. So, maybe outside, of tortured mind, is some form of divine design, to which we will not comprehend until the day our path does bend, and slipping from our clay-born skin, we find the truth in lasting light, that exists behind closed eyes, and even in the darkness.

Thanks for sharing brother! This was incredibly well written @tarazkp!