Vortex

Let us start with a Story, About a Happy Man and his Days
The Fever of this Happiness, Justifies the Role that he Plays
Complications don't Arrive, Tragedies leave his life Alone
Conjuring in all Colorful, Sweet smelling Happiness in a Cone

But believe or not my Friends, this Platter of Happiness beckons Vice
Keep it locked inside one's Eyes, Feed it to the Children as Rice
These Priorities, Biased thinking Relativities, running away from Pain
Brings the woe, covers up its foe, Complicating the Human Brain

Living the thoughts Alone, Sole Survivor
Praying with both hands folded, Desperate Pleasure
Balance in and Balance Out, the Yin and the Yang influenced out
Crazy existence carried ahead, the Spice which wounds the Crowd

We are approaching
Endlessly moving
Towards...

The Plague, Its awake
Like a virus Spread, Killing all things in its way
Striking the Womb, Released in the Coffin
Hoping to Reach, the eventual Tomb

Grief is not a Misfit, its what we feed, its our fault
We trap Happiness, Vicariously, Cruelly
Our Sons, Daughters, Mothers, Fathers,
Receive our share of Care
For the rest, why should we hide like a Coward?
Under this Wretched Draconian Veil?
Are we declaring Slime, Filth, or Rage?
And worst of all, its Inherent


The Plague, Its awake
Like a virus Spread, Killing all things in its way
Striking the Womb, Released in the Coffin too soon
The eventual Tomb attained, a Fatal Bane

Avoidance, my Dear Friend, Prevents this Fate
Don't run after Happiness, Keep your children Safe
Believe in the Balance, the Might of all Mights
The Vortex of Life, Through which you shall Pass
Balance in and Balance Out, the Yin and the Yang influenced out
Evil and Good must go Hand in Hand

And so, Strength to Comply, to Face, to Endure,
Serves a Far Greater Purpose, a Far Bigger Meaning,
Of passing through the Vortex of Life...