Unending.

A wild chase,
That ends in a nothingness like meaning.
A cliche.
A solved puzzle,
That lives in the camouflage
Of worldly pleasures,
prejudices,
Pains,
Pretensions,
Perversions.
A pollution
Of the five elements
That tortures the unending spirit
To give in to the demands
Of a bubble like being
filled with the flesh and pus
Of selfishness and sin.
My Father, My Friend, My Love.
Relieve me form this
Vicious circle.
Make my spirit
Realise the depth of my words
Deep within my very conscience!