Summary

When all is said and done,
Life still flows,
Anxieties transform into hope,
And hope slithers into eternity,
Something twists the rope and yanks it hard,
And the rope itself melts into insignificance, 
Amidst the bitter stench of death and defeat,
There is an aroma of sweet ambivalence,
It’s not hard at all, it seems sometimes,
What am I but a non entity,
Having thoughts and desires,
Dreads and misfortunes,
Banality of my bad choices, 
Tupsy turvy good lessons,
Funny pingponging of nonextremes,
Ego of a cigarette stick,
A pallid equal of solid smoke!