aimless

Because the life we live Is that of misery Of a constant lie Of hypocrisy Everyday In the mirror The person we see Seems a marvel of such beauty Beauty? Of oscillating From one faux euphoria To another What a bummer! Running aimless All while standing clueless Always in control As the bedlams unroll An illusionist at best Disillusioned perhaps! Disillusioned you say? Humor me not! Very essence of life, here you forgot The oscillations Those crests, these troughs Breaths coming in, going out All such redundant loops Can you really do without? The night you long every day Waking, looking forward to the new day Taking the roller coaster ride Of emotions, so ancient and tried Engraved so deeply in monotony Weaving still a fictional mutiny Disillusioned you say? Alive is whose is this way Alive and hopeful, if I may say Embracing even the dimmest ray Of this life that we live…