Life to me is a like fish eye lens,
Everything is larger than it appears,
I am just a small particle,
But I know I exist in this universe.
I try to look beyond,
Without any speed breakers I move on,
With a speed that can kill,
I make unbreakable bonds.
Without a slight hint,
That the bonds are mere threads,
Not strong enough to hold,
Something called as death.
I still behave dazed,
And try to hold them for life,
The fear of breaking threads,
Makes me hide under the shell.
I try and weave them,
To wear them like a sweater,
But by the end of it all I am left with,
Is no thread and only a needle.
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