IS MY SPIRIT DYING?

Riding on the plains of clouds

cleaving thousand dreams

Entrapped in the multitude of feelings

Comes a voice saying to me

Is your spirit dying?

I say what is a spirit and why be it dying?

The answer comes not from the hollow corridors of my mind

But from the depth of my soul

Your desire is your spirit

Your love and compassion is your spirit

Your will and determination is your spirit

But why be it dying?

Sense of hopelessness and unending tribulations

Further overtaken by commanding world

Your spirit is crying,dying by every minute a slow death

But no, my spirit cannot die

I am my spirit

I am there, therefore my spirit

My spirit is a spark which will overcome all nightmares of the hollow world.