Book of Life

Art
Passion
Pursued bliss
Freedom released
Within the book of life
Envy non-existing
Lust hankered
In anchored
Soul
Me
You
Everyone
Seeking respect
Admiration for self
In the walls of freedom
Loving absolutely
Totally open
Believing
Hoping
In
Us
Seeing
The truth
That lays deep
In the mountain rocks
And every stream
Of minutes tick
This journey
Called life
Exists
Yet
Busy
We are
To feel it
Taste and smell
The beauty of elements
Focusing on opposite
Not the important
The dying and
Not living
Rotting
In
Sad
Despair
Hungry always
Yet full of hatred
Though one day awaking
Realizing and comprehending
Then again reliving
With brand new
Dreams and
Vision in
Bright
Eyes
Yes
Seeing
Life passing by
Why so quickly we die
Then hurrying to grab a hold
Of the book of life
And this time
Reading it
Grasping
Never
Let
Go
For it
Holds on
To the pages
That make you feel
Alive with hot fire and desire
Re-read if you must
Though do trust
Your inner
Voices
Not
Eyes
For you
And I are
For a purpose
Long or short matters
Not the destinations at all
But the journey taken
Lessons learned
Rollercoaster
Is this vast
Brilliant
Life
Us