Through our own reflections We search the purpose of life, Creating mirages We see a dream called life, All mist and shadows Will dissolve in vapor, In the pandemonium of time We touch the soul of life. A plethora of thoughts, an array of figures, A collage of memories, a book full of stories; A fistful of moments, through mundane and prime,  Some rise, some fall, through the mazes of time, Inciting blasphemy,  With a heart full of avarice-Which cuts like a knife, We continue our journey On the Road of Life.