Whispers of Being

Can it be formless, boundless, and limitless
Always trapped between words and spaces
Always trying to contain it when it is as abundant as the sky
We never fail to restrict; when it as to flow with no set patterns
It is explored with set boundaries
It is nurtured with expectations
It is most often crafted to take a definite shape
It is often left loose to scatter and run thin
It is often glorified to the end of our nerves
So it does with vengeance; giving away pain
Do we see it; we all set it to patterns
Patterns that acts as partners or foes
Can it flow like water, feel like air and flash like sky
It will sometime bend your back; with twist and turns
We set it in patterns and dots to take up shapes and forms
An alliance for; happiness, love, lust, companionship, friendship, ties, trails, tribulations
It runs to endless names as long as our mind’s horizon
Can I just let it be, grow, form, re-form at its own will
Will it all run forward-backwards in many tunes
Spikes of glory, heights of ecstasy, valleys of wounds
Bounded-unbounded we will run it anyways