You tread my carelessly beaten path as I fall astray,
Blinded by the light that comes your way.
Your perishable existence has scads to say,
Even if your presence has nought to weigh.
I walk the boulevard of Life’s twilight as you march on,
Trapped in my identity as you’re trampled upon.
Your survival is engulfed when the luminescence is upon,
A glimmer of hope when the fountain of light is yon’.
In the light of darkness you shine : following me nigh,
Prying on me as we walk the lonely road by.
You map out my exterior slyly on the fly,
Stamping my creation on the face of this pie.
A faithful mimic with a course to chart,
Flourishing in the dark as you bring life to art,
Whereupon details are thrown in the cart,
When life meets art, counting not on a head-start.
Where shapes and figures sing songs of thy glory,
Some patterns seem to tell a different story,
A feeling of emptiness like the holes in tori,
As we melt into an association climbing many a storey.