Curves of life...

The curves of your face,
an irregular surface,
the lobes of your ears,
the salinity of your tears,
the slant of your eyes,
the storms of your mind.

The thoughts and dreams unfurled,
your mind's another world,
round and round your thoughts swirl.

You smile,
the world's a better place,
the world's an enigma,
hours at it you gaze,
the hidden pain,
it if was expressed,
you'd cry as much as heavy rain.

How does it feel look at the world from top?
How much is a lot?
When does it stop?
Over how many hurdles do we hop?

You rubbed your petite hand,
a little warmth you get in this dead and cold land,
your strong legs,
how long will you stand?
Stand alone,
with no support,
how much can you withstand?

These few beams of light,
only a few can converge at your retina,
how much can you sight?
Your skin's to pale,
it's almost white.

Your body,
your shield,
your armour,
how long can you kneel?

You walk this maze,
a maze called life,
you play this game,
this game called life,
you look at the maze with your slanted eyes,
this maze is like the curves of your face,
these are the curves of life.


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