Scribbles by Sudhansh

What more could a man want? 

A pile of cash? Ain’t looking over my shoulder for the remainder of a shallow existence…

A fancy car with a hot chic in it? Let’s not get too materialistic, brother! 

Or maybe a fine woman to go back to at the end of the day…

Coupled with some success in your long awaited pursuit! 

And two cute kids to jump over you,

A life so ethereal until I know what “ethereal” means.

You’d know what it’s like to live for love and love to live, 

You’d taste what Achilles never tasted…

Or maybe did in a universe way too far from your own, 

The rage wouldn’t exist, nor would the glory that came with it…

Nor would the arrows of Paris pierce through your heels, guided by that bastard Apollo! 

Or end up like Arjun…

Live by the sword but lose all the strength on doomsday, 

Isn’t that how most men live? 

Youth makes them feel invincible until it doesn’t…

Chaos makes them feel alive until it’s too much, 

Or maybe find meaning in it? 

Maybe push yourself far beyond the escape velocity? 

In a world where glory and strength gain a new definition! 

A definition so powerful that no man born of a woman could perceive,

Or perceive at your own will…

Experience with your own guidance…

A masterpiece one wished they wrote,

A creation worth looking back to,

Again and again and again! 

Where Camus and Nietzsche team up to applaud their successor, 

Or perhaps feel dwarfed by you! 

Or perhaps wish to think of thinking what you thought! 

Go on, Oldboy! 

Hold on to your own in a world where nothing is real!