Unlimited

Through my eyes of brown,

I see limits and restraints abound.

In every blade of grass,

Every flap of the dove's wing,

Every foaming wave of the sea.

And most unfortunately and undoubtedly, me.

The world may turn,

So days may pass by,

But we are lagging behind, why?!

Sinking into the quicksand of worry and ruckus,

The rope gets tighter and shorter,

Gradually everything is slipping,

Slowly, right beneath us.

Fair Justice lend us your hand.

Lest we become another lost grain of sand.

Yet another lost grain of sand, whose voices are unheard,

But blows with the wind, meek and lily-livered.

Unseen, unknown, and under-estimated

Without anyone's concern for its troubled tale,

Yet still you all should remember this:

It takes only one grain of sand to tip the scale.