The chase for dreams, money and passion
Without empathy or compassion
Ignorant about the very purpose of being
What a gross dereliction

 In solitude, I introspect and am intrigued
I live two lives at war with one another
One overwhelmed with engagements- The spectral
And Elemental- of pure solitary bliss- The other

 The specter- ruthless and powerful
Yet unreal
Devoid of life
It knows no fear

 The element- pristine, calm and serene
Nourishes my soul, enriches my life
And then I realize
Its only in solitude that I am alive

 I probe further and I am amazed
With what I discover
In solitude I could
The mystery of death- uncover

 Solitude empowers my element, engagements- my specter
As I engage- I weaken my element thru the path I tread
And when my specter conquers my element
That is when I am truly dead

 Oh! what an irony
In death, I get a chance to live again
I replenish my elements through deep solitary slumber
Till it merges to become one with God again

 And Ah! what a misfortune,
That even after death do souls engage
Wandering as spirits- their element buried deep in soil
They are prisoners forever in the spectral cage