In Good Faith

...and when I cried For the first time Upon touching the earth I did it instinctively To activate my lungs I did not know then Of the arduous journey Ahead; still I wonder Why I did not smile instead Is my crying a precursor...? Knowing well that all Journeys end at same destination Time rolling down like A child's marble on A cold slab of marble Now I wish all my tears Would lose their identity And will melt into the oblivion; No more a life after death! Let me at last dilute into The expanding nothingness Ever an inquisitive space For those breathing beings Beware, Where there's breathing There're tears Where there're tears There's breathing!