Sitting in a station

People pass, young and old

Some see their loved ones, full of elation

Some travelling, departing, not arriving, stories untold

I am forgotten, Dust on my name

Passing gravestone after gravestone

They say life is a Game

There are no things that I need to atone – for

For I am young now, let me live life

We do not understand, Age does not matter

99 year old doctor, grandfather

4 year old daughter

A few lines not telling their strife

Of broken bones and broken hearts

Of lost friends and abusive parents

Of a happy life, it felt like eons

Of  the Gold I filled in carts

Everything has left now, hear their steps echoing

The real test has started now

3 Questions deciding, the following

Who is your Lord?

What is your Religion?

Who is your Prophet?

This life like a stone, sticking out of it a sword

Your heart determines your condition

Let the water out and you are set

It is the weapon of Choice.