To the Lighthouse

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Vainly, I followed the scent of life.
I traced the meaning of existence.
I broiled in the sea of freedom
To exploit the exempt from chains.
Yet, all was in vain.

For my stoned soul,
And my irretrievably lost self,
I recite my sad verses.
I sigh in sheer darkness
The loss and the burns
Of whatever was there
Imagined or realized.

For all the failed attempts
Of trying to speculate
The meaning of life,
I laid off the strife,
And I send myself off,
To the lighthouse at the reef.
To rotate and revolve
The constant lights
On all stumbles and the loss.
Perhaps, in a hope
To see the dark knots
With the broad lights.

[Maybe I’m hiding.
Or else, denying.
All the failures
And the trials.
Yet, in my lighthouse,
All is in peace.
In absolute silence.]

So I would say…

All was in vain.
All in mere insanity.
All for nothing.
And all for none!