The end

The end

 

The mountain over the mountain,

The sea across the sea,

The cloud beyond the cloud,

Then,

the end is…

the sun?

the moon?

the star?

the singing mind?

 

I'm not satisfied with these,

To reach the heaven,

I'm slapping the sea,

burning the land,

arousing the wind,

and finally shouting with my best.

 

However,

I will turn into a fist of soil,

and a dot in the end.

 

And,

Finally,

I will disappear

in the air

in the heaven

in the other world.

 

 

 

 

 

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This poem was written when I tried to reach the purpose of life, to use a metaphor, the sky, the sea, the mountain and the cloud, and when no matter how hard I try to reach there, I can not see the end, I look at myself, grumbling, crying and crying, nevertheless the lesson that I should live optimistically was useless.

In the end, one should think about whether life will return to a handful of dirt, and to set up the purpose again. If one only aim to be high, nothingness must go into one's arm.