I built a glass lighthouse tower
And filled with fog
Only entagled can peak in.

But,
The machines taken over in a night
With,
Fancy vision they probed deep
Feeling me naked -
In my own foggy lighthouse glass tower.

Middle of the journey,

My eyes are burdened, burning and bright red.

I can not stop now,

Time for my three shot poison.

Across the lake,

where Salmon sheds salt,

there lies my flag.

I keep rolling

day after day.

Met an old man
on deathbed.

He smiled with grace,
and said with conviction.

"Time is the only currency -
Love is the only worthy pursuit."

I never forgot,
I never understood,
until this day.

Now,
the golden
silver clouds
are all gone.

Sun,
is shining bright.

Alas! too late for me!!
Maybe not of you.

In the beginning -

I was a white paper,
majestic, white and pleasing.

I was filled with ink of multitudes of colors,
crushed between two hot sheets.
My whole body was burning,
like in a hot coal fire -
but without any smog or soot.

Then, I was looked upon
examined by disappointed eyes,
Crumbled, fumbled and tumbled.

Then, I flew into lazy river,
wet, cold, damp, squishy.

Finally,
I am at Nirvana.
now I lost myself.
no longer exists as me,
rather just part of the flow.

I don't like polling,
I don't like waiting,
Give me an event!

Polling is boring,
Waiting is wasting,
event - act now!

Swarm, Swim,
break the dam -
The Salmon must flow!