Dilemma

Pristine is the water beneath

With its ripple calmly hitting my feet

And just like a blank canvas 

Is the horizon wide and vast 

Where does it lead to?

Where does it end?

Is it peaceful on the other side?

Is it a quiet place for me to reside? 

Will there be pain? Will there be sorrow?

Will there be someone waiting for me?

When I close my eyes and white turned to indigo.

Will I be alone in the dark and gloomy furrow? 

The firmament above is wide and oh, so high.

When will I ever reach the sky?

When I cry in pain or sigh,

Will a squall help me afloat on high? 

As I close my eyes, I imagine the years that gone by

The many groans and tears I've cried

Is there a place for my head to lie?

Yet, let me live for a moment before I die 

The paths I've traveled to were winding,

My trips were long and exhausting

Maybe the One above has long been waiting.

Is there really a place when someone's life is ending?

We only have one life to live, but how to live it? I asked.

You gave, you gave in, and gave away.

You've been crying in misery, when will it last?

I guess, I'm stuck in the the mishap of the past.

I want to live today, but life always has its way

To snatch the very existence of one after another.

I want to live. To go on and on and then, gone.

Still, I'm quite reluctant to leave the shadow of things undone.