Walking Into Window Panes

Truth is like a light that shines through all physical and non physical entities.

It cannot be hidden.

It is alive and always seeks its own path to the surface.

Ride on Truth, for all Truths come together at the end of the journey.

One great thing i've learnt this day,
For i've doubted before.
What Love ever was,
Or whether it twinkles not.

To find it by Fate's guided hand,
Questions answered yet not understand,
T'was only when Love was lost,
That thou shall know, whether Love ever was.

Hence this life filled to a brim,
Before the age of thirty five,
Old as seventy it seems,
Has achieve its cycle of strive.

One by one, the equations are cast,
Until no more a man in an empty shell,
but th' spirit unbound.

Perhaps on this road to Elysium,
Lies a pot of gold.
But the Beggar does not see beyond the mound of dirt,
And curse Fate with bitter words.

Fate O' Fate!
Why does thou put rags on me?
What wrong hath i done but live..
To suffer this hollow dream.

Fate flutters by silently,
Voices speak "Move forward little one,
And thou shall find it hollow no more..."
But like whispers of the wind,
Words bounded seldom are un'cipher.

Tired i am to travel,
Laments the Beggar,
Back down the path to his unwanted hut,
He walks...

Fate sighs and moves on,
And the Devil flashes God a grin,
God returns a kindly smile,
Shivers doubt in the Devil's spleen.