The herd
I saw a herd rushing with life
Being one of them, I hurriedly stride
As if a race, same direction we tread
To a dark pit we fall that has no end.
In the dark abyss, the race continue
There seem no option but to follow
Occasional lightning fill the space
No one notice, all busy with the race.
In the darkness, we stumble and fall
Others manage to stand, continue to toil
Many are crushed by the blind steps
Of the scampering crowd who knows no friend.
Again, lightning flashes pervade the air
Stop and stare, you'll see the horror
What used to be a happy herd turned zombies
Realized I'm one of these lifeless moving bodies.
Momentarily stopped, a flicker lighted my feet
The spark must have been there this whole trip
Patiently waiting... waiting to be noticed
To guide the steps out of this current.
Nowhere to go in this endless tunnel
Started to step back, distract the rhythm
But the rushing crowd pushed me back again
To be in a mental state when the race begun.
What a pitiful state of human beings
Striving, climbing but always falling
Occasional success and joy we're feeling
Short respite from all these suffering.
But hope in the Divine plan, we'll all wake
From this endless grinding we can escape
Loving hands will shake us out of this illusion
No one left behind, humanity will reach illumination.