Looking at the shooting star 

Curious mind wondering what’s left behind the door ajar? 

Soul tied to the body and the physicality that binds being 

The world is driven by something that is not even seen 

Wavering hopes and distorted dreams 

Relentless efforts courageous and foolish at the same time seem! 

Something that is sharper than the edge of the knife 

An illusion they call ‘life’!