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.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2025

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