A Race Against Eternity

A Race Against Eternity

I do not know where I will survive and with what,
In the pangs over the way I swing in the meadow,
For allusion and habitats growing,
All day and night underneath the sky,
To have a feeling of hopefulness or optimism;
And realistically, in the green rays,
 In the hot outlay of life for walking,
 For past and future actions in the sensual,
 Like the empty words of active paper.
With pen and might, both are useless.
My earnest yearnings to do good on earth,
As if death glistens light over truth,
In the question of dearth and dreams,
What is failure or success?
 Jumping into the quest for knowledge and skills,
To achieve forever before decay and destruction,
And so life is nothing but false teeth,
 Which has no glorious morning to see,
The golden rays of the sun.
 Like the sweet voice in the wake of truth
To have always ups and downs on mirth
To know the unknown in the darkened world
As if swaying in the meadow of the sea,
Covered under the meadow and the earth,
Serving as the daughter of the universe.