aren't we in scarcity ,
in an humane urge to escape ?
where are we running to ,
to the scattered love or to the hidden hurt ?
or to the green lands of hope or to the bleeding war zone ?

when will be we true to ourself,
it takes many more decades to address
what we meant to ourself in real ?
and where we will bury the fake illustration
that we assumed to real for too long !

hence are we living in a good lie
or are we trying so hard to prove it real ?
how long we urge to keep it hidden,
until we quit or until we end ?
Is it fair to throw it away to the vast ocean?
do you wanna lost in its depths
or you wanna see the change in you ?

make it clear , don't you know
even the storms have its own rhythm.
love it when you done with fear !
hate is so easy until you learn from love ,
nothingness is a myth ,
something you sown from courage
is once your voidness !
life is a statement to define it's paradox
why can't you borrow some time from
your failures to decorate
something that's yet challenging !


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