Look closely into the limpid stream
And pinpoint your location in the sand of time.
It all seems like an extended dream -
This life is just another pantomime.
It's as though we are never fully awake,
But somnambulating through a complex conundrum..
Can everything we perceive truly be fake?
Perhaps you will find out with your wisdom.
Through your fingers the grains slowly slip,
You still contemplate - trying to attain the quest.
As you pontificate away, the grain begins to drip
Into your palm - all is now obvious: you have digressed.
The answer lies within the grasp of your hand,
At last you can fathom the Eternity -
Yes, my friend, the discovery truly is grand;
I understand why must feel so giddily.
Our lives are but fleeting moments which add
To the ripples of the continuum - nothing more.
Now that you know this, please don't be sad:
One day, we'll all finally hit the shore.
Wandering through uncertainty obscured,
All of us seem to blindly grope
For something to grasp in this region unexplored …
But if we live life fully, there's always hope.