Endless highways of misdirected means,
To walk along the lonely street of dreams,
To live in a world where nothing is as it seems,
And take pursuit of pleasure to extremes...
Walking along the roadside streams
Just staring at the beauty of the sun rays as they beam
Not the kind to cover up flaws with cream
I live, I don't dream
A matter can be lucid yet blur
Some can understand when a man talks slur
Not caring, not here to lure
Just seeking to help a heart that is sore
A soul, wandering in gore
NO MORE
This reality is an eyesore
Hearing everyone think makes me think about my blessings and more
Some don't have the clothes I wore
Some have simple cold and can't get the cure
Some don't have the hands for a cup of coffee to pour
All this makes me wonder
what if?
what if....
I wasn't here anymore
😞 😥

© Aashiqul-Hurairah