Casuality of the Surroundings

Our surroundings passes as we fly,
Left to nature we rely.
Boundaries left by memories of pain.
Nothing to do,except complain.
Existence forced through mortal grounds.
Watching as fear takes it's rounds.

Not all is lost in this body of ours.
Spirits survive by monumental towers.
Though we rise, we tend to fall.
Knowing one day, we'll stand tall.

There are no true forms one can take.
There are no true forms one can fake.
Tortured by pondering over who we are.
Invite the surroundings and your journey wont be far.