So Many

so many masks
so many walls
so many door needing knobs
so many key-less locks
so many unbreakable bricks
so many thin fragile sticks
so many pretty ceramic cups abide their saucers
so many marks of dirt inside
so many glass bottles that need to be made of rubber
so many rubber balloons that need to be made of glass
so many eyes reflecting different needs and wants

just anther one's whose glimmers with
so much passion
so much strength
so much determination
so smooth a wall

and above all there's indescribable One.



"oh the wonderful cross bids me come and die and find that i may truly live"
what does it mean to live, to die, to exist, or to love?
to be loved?