The cloud is too enormous and the silver lining is far for being reachable
The darkness of the tunnel has blinded the eyes the hope of seeing light is a delusion
Life is far from being perfect
Tears of joy and sorrow are all salty in taste ..
Pain of separation or stigma of faking symphony
The crying demands or the hollowness of bonds echoes more?
The reflection of self or the see through of the naked window don’t know which is more shameful
Life is far from being complete because the needle to freedom is lost in a haystack
Loyalty to your dreams or the nearness to that smacking grin?
Screaming out in disgust or disguising the blame?
Playing with life or let yourself be played like a puppet?
Placing the bricks or plastering yourself to the death