The World You See

Yellow is air, but not with flowers, Particles in wind, but not dandelions, The nature is taking over this place I live, But not in the manner I want it to take, The air is adorned with Particles of dust, Filling up my hair like my head has got rust, It's kind of true if we see what nature is trying to tell, I've not been able to use my brain too well, Every time I go out, eyes are red and closing, Some are due to sorrows, some lack of sleep, dozing, Every person seems to be a machine in itself, Who is using everything to survive without a help, Dont know people are extracting their energies where from, That they function smoothly in a swift sandstorm, Each has a motive, everyone has destination, Reaching at that point, they have a next new station, There is no stopping, no time to wander at all, No time to ask questions, no guts to ponder at all, Every person seems so lone, even when with people some, Every one has got a fight, with a companion in that none, Fake smiles, fake people, fake motives, fake preachers, Falling people daily in the traps that are invisible, This might be the world that is, this might be the world you see, for now I'll say world is exactly how a person decides to see