THE DEFINITION

From whence 'll call
My depleting strength

Lift your veil
Hey Lord!
Every dust of mine
Are getting more dustier

Why every null and void
Has to pass through
A volatile definition
In this conscious world

Why the cool breeze
Passes through my ribs
And I sway not

Whose remembrance
The language pines for
In this mortal world

Better were the days
Oblivious of my mortality

Don't scatter thyself in giving
Hey Lord!
I am in you and you in me