In all our marry making
In always chasing money
Not having self-love
But making love
We are dreaming big
But doing stupid things for fun
And working hard and burning
Searching for love and peace
But always chasing
And never finding
Longing and pretending
Looking for fulfillment
Expecting from others
But cannot give that to others
Our lives is the endless routine
We are programmed to keep repeating
So we endlessly strive
And accomplished nothing
We are we just pawns
Is there a meaning to this madness?
Life is a game, we are too blind to see?
Is there a deeper meaning?

© Shagun