With a distant mind he had, the only thing that crossed it was the girl he loved.
But the distance between him and his heart was killing him slowly
Even the love of the girl he loved was fading like the setting sun,
Slowly as oceans repelled him from stopping the wound of an emotional gun.
Everything was quoted, every book he read, every word he heard,
  every picture he saw, all was quoted to guide him or put him to a stop.
Friends abandoned his wrecked body to suffer for eternity,
To his family it was a long awaited liberty,
He could not predict tomorrow anymore,
The picture of his future and his present was just a metaphor of no tomorrow,
Fragments of the past flashed his head like lightnings in a storm, inevitably.
They had dreamt a dream but led them nowhere,
A journey to go back and stop the seeds he grew from was an impossible option.
He had prayed everyday to see his death but all he got was more respiration
To feel more pain until his mental eruption of drowned sorrows,
There was no more tomorrow
The cracks on his heart eventually broke off…

The orientation was that:
The man’s intension was to stop
The invasion of his mind’s
               Population – the complications.

The confusion was that:
He was a prisoner in a prison
Shaped like a prism for
No reason – a mind’s concussion.

The conclusion was that:
He saw no reason or inspiration
       Towards his mind’s destruction
But a motivation towards
Self-destruction – his solution.

From a world of dreams; fantasies, distant galaxies, false happiness...
Through the storms that have wiped out even a grain of sand, after all the damages that have been made, the losses, the pain, the lies..
Birds are flying sky high, friends have reunited, and frowns have turned into smiles, no more cries, no more lies...
Justice has been served, plates are full of nutrition, the show is over, curtains have closed, everyone has turned to the next page, the new chapter has begun.
The sky is blue, the night is still, stars are shining, heavens are rejoicing.
The wicked have been sentenced, jubilant is a heart at peace.
Everything is right in its place.

Blessed is a soul that lives freely,
Free from the world’s tragedies and pains,
A soul that cherishes life happily
Like a child with no bargains...

Fly like a butterfly
And be as free as you can be,
Find peace within the sky
And move as quiet as the sea...

Try to free your soul and mind
And watch as He puts upon you his love
Leave the material world behind
And forever we’ll be together in the heavens above...

What is the meaning of What?
What is the meaning of my question?
In this doubt do I really form its part?
Or do I just form part of this confusion?

Do I need to know what is What?
What could be the meaning of my question?
Will it be better if I keep my lips shut?
Or should I just continue forming part of this confusion?