Process

There is a mystery to this process

go deep into it

& there's nothing like it

what you find in it is

constant toil and no recess

the intricasies associated with it

only escalates with time

and soon you realize it is a tiring ballad

and not just a sweet nursery rhyme

You are sipping your drink

sitting on the beach

suddenly you realize

this aint a beach

its a quick sand

you try to pull yourself out and run

but you are in middle of island

and you try to run

but there is just water

and no whereabouts of land

why is there a process for this process

and why is the process such an unending process

although there is sorrow unlimited

why does everyone

want to be part of this process???