King Solomon And I Poem by Edgar Eslit

That was a complete silence.
An avalanche of concepts precipitated
in a Herculean domino of conversation.
Hyperbole, metaphor and personification
are but few of the tools in words manipulations.
As if you keep on believing the things
which you don’t believe
But keep on pretending that you believe anyway.
It’s like keeping a smile in a troubled heart
or rhyming a note in an empty tune.
While it maybe easy to show off your coolness,
floating adrift like an iceberg is but another story to tell.
Reasons, reasons and another reasons ensued.
After all, the boundary between sanity and madness
can only be measured by the amount of success one has made.
As Freud obsessed by his libido and Einstein for his relativism
But in question
Where should I stand?
The novice finally ask…
It irked words in terms so valuable
Said, be cautious but don’t take it so easily
Juxtaposing reality is like whirlwinding the facts
Anything and everything you see are but superficial somehow
But confusion has the seed of wisdom
Fear not though, take your grip.
For life is not the amount of breath you take
It’s the moment that takes you breath away.

The silence has been shattered
by the opening of the door