Umberella.....

A pre-determmned void, soon to go under hammer;
A blank page pouring countless words, and an equally blind man who can read it;
All decided, millions of years ago;
Let the gates of paradise welcome you...........        

A mind broken, kept even;
Under the veil of future,
that mind can not be allowed to roam.
Though meandering all he does,
mind driving him sane.
A wish he wishes to come alive,
out of the shells of dreams,
he walks with them, side by side.

Too afraid to leave the umbrella of the known,
I see him waiting, chatting with the gatekeeper.
He shall not move, he promised;
Yet breaking every promise he made.
Even to the gatekeeper of not having hopes to go through.

Without him noticing, the umbrella disappears,
leaving him with them;
just like him.
But he is different, boy. He indeed is.
Because he never wanted to live in the shadows,
of umbrella.

They will say,
"He is just justifying his own failure, of not being able to keep the safe heaven intact."
To them, he says, I hear;
"Unless I break the spell of my own shadow living in fear;
   fear of rain to lash me,
   fear of fog to disappear him,
   fear of sun to burn me &
   fear of my own self, to never leave me;
I will not shine."
He says this much and becomes mortal.
Only to resurface in the rings of heaven and hell.

Nobody can predict any future,
but they can certainly rewrite it.
I asked him how he will do it and he made me write this.
  maybe, he'll shambolically fail.
  maybe, he'll never shine.
  maybe,he'll never have the name again.
  maybe, he'll always regret his decisions and whine.
But when the dust settles over and sand has blown you away;
You'll always find him there.
Asking you to help yourself.

So, as the curtains come crashing down,
And after The Machine is done spitting you out,
do not ask for an umbrella.
Rather,run away from it.
Run farther, so it never reaches you.
And thus, you can be alive.
Even though you are burning, freezing and dying.
Never, ever; ask for that Umbrella......