The Place We Sit

You live at the place you sit
You love at the place you sit
You die at the place you sit

Seasons, they change
We talk of the Rising sun
We talk of the Rising moon
The Rain of dreams
Soaking the reality
With futility, rewards and hopes
Soaking the thirsty ambitions
Silent yet Effective

We talk of the Wind swirling colors around
Spirals of Red around us
Streaks of Blue
Dollops of Green
Spots of Black
Beauty of human emotions
Color coded for simplicity

We paint our world
Mountains and the Seas
Around the place we sit.

We write our world
Stream of precise words
Against the Walls of Air
Around the place we sit.

We build in dreams
Mighty palaces of unexplained desires
Outside the Walls of Air
Staying at the place we sit.

We may live at the place we sit.
We may love at the place we sit
We may die at the place we sit.

But a step
Outside the Walls of Air
Can mean the deepest Ecstasy
Can mean the most pleasurable Orgasm
Can mean the Freedom of the Skies
Can mean the frankness of a Smile
And the taste of Purest Love

A Hand,
Gentle push against the Walls of Air,
And they are no more.
:)