The word defines it all still keeps us going in a thought stall
A way you were meant to follow and nobody said not to fall
Tears weren’t a wasted innovation
You had to taste the sweetness of those salted rivers
Wake up take your stand and keep on going was the call
Give it a thought how’d you know happiness without the sob?
How’d you differ between the chilly winters and furious summers?
How’d you know that the curve was the smile and frown a scorn?
How’d you justify your existence on this earth?
How’d you prove that you were born to rule?
How’d you realize how many expectations are left?
How’d you know so many untraveled stations are barred?
The questions never cease
The answers always keep on generating more
All you have to do is to substantiate what being content is
And the rest is the part of the story; death a written history