Why?

Is there a right? Is there a wrong? 
Should I stay on the sides or should I transgress?
Or should I stay at the cusp; like that wine drop unsure whether to brim over or stay in a glass (cage?)

Times ahead appear like façade with cracks. 

Perils ahead are unknown but I am certain of the pain.

An unsaid allure lies in reaching absolute desolation, 

Shattering everything and yet to hold onto that skeleton.

There is no way to know, yet we know.

We know and yet we gamble!

Why? Why open the doors that might have loneliness and pain behind them?

Cos somewhere behind lurks a silver lined cloud bellowing, 'Love' 'Freedom' 'Happiness', like one has never known and felt.

And every pain becomes meaningful.