Live.

The morning sun will come out fine,
If you live through the night's demise,
And blinding rays will hand you truth
If faith stares right through your eyes.
Shed the weight off your arms,
Bury the ghosts, baggages burn,
Listen the valleys call out your name,
Faith is the next untrodded turn.
The mayfly lives but for a day
Yet faith moults it to another life,
Run on edge, go find yourself,
Amidst illusions, just lies survive.
Sing as the bird, that believed in spring,
Dance along the pied-piper's pipe,
For splendour lives till the creek,
Why fall in agony? Smile and dive!