(1) The Dawn’s Unforgiving Pulse
The world thrums—a ceaseless chase,
Frenzied feet \'til daylight fades.
A blur of faces, lives misplaced,
In roaring crowds, our essence frays.
Sirens wail—a soul departs,
Yet the same cry clears a leader’s way.
Two truths clash in hollow hearts:
Some are buried, some sway.
(2) The Paradox of Beating Hearts
Life—a wound that never seals,
A silent cry each chest conceals.
One drapes a noose, resigned, undone,
One laughs, \"I’ve won!\"—yet both are none.
For the first, breath is chains,
A flickering lamp in endless rains.
The second grins, but shadows creep—
A storm beneath the surface, deep.
\"I am the spark in creation’s pyre,
Agony’s kiss, despair’s own sire.
Yet if my ash fuels one desire,
Should I not burn—a fleeting fire?\"
(3) The Shortcut to Nowhere
All crave the path of least delay,
\"Long roads choke,\" the wise fools say.
Markets clot, streets gasp, schools stall—
A gridlocked world, yet still we crawl.
Life mocks our haste with ruthless law:
\"You sought the cut? Then here’s your flaw.\"
Tires screech—a crimson scene,
Death smirks: \"Behold your ‘shortcut’ dream.\"