An Inspiration…for myself.

Surprisingly, it’s not the sunlight, neither it is the chirp
Cannot possibly be my eyes, opening like a herb.
The first thought which marks the arrival
of a dull day and reciprocating survival,
concurrent to all the flashes of memories aghast,
roaring into the helm of the darkness, directing the
motive of the human soul.

And the sky never falls..
Higher and higher it goes, till the highest point is diminished
The mind never rests until it scales the peak.