Pondering the probe

Is it the problems which dives into our lives ? Or is it just our lives which dives into the problems ? We stumble upon many problems . Thinking its just a small lump The fantasies created , the fantasies lived Were actually really short-lived because reality just hits We grew up crying and throwing many fits But among us lives that mature kid Who grew before his body could touch that adult lid The child who was once really mild was no longer a little child A person can become a solution to another's But its just that the hint doesn't drop like an angel Because life is just full of trials like poison in a decorated vial Some are happy they get to live , while others aren't Well it doesn't matter because life isn't anybody's armlet People may wonder about the night sky's starry gaze That there are people above who are dazed And here I sit counting my measly remaining days Delusions are really beautiful when created As soon as it ends the really just inflicts the harm As the fantasies beautiful fading illusionary charm People are tired , people are distrustful ,they wanna escape The reality which is hard spoken The sully of people , the insults which ripples But its just not real because nowadays humans are not HUMANS The humans and their humanity died long long ago Because what nowadays exits is just an empty shell made up of ego.