I live and
breathe like a misplaced dream
In this labyrinthine
construct of time;
Like a
flower that blooms in the wrong garden;
Like a
kite that soars in the wrong sky.
I try to
find my place in this maze;
Where the
horizon is a cerulean haze;
Where
children are taught how to lie;
Where a
flightless swallow dreams to fly;
Where
tears burn the eyes like a pyre;
Where
simplicity gets butchered by satire;
Where
justice is just like a starless night;
Where compassion
is always a lost fight;
Where
deaths can kindle an endless debate;
Where love
is defeated by war and hate;
Where
colours of humans put seasons to shame;
Where despair
is the prize for the agonizing game.
I watch, I
cry, and I wish to be born
In the
distant future; For one day there’ll be
A world
that cares, a world that dreams;
And I will find the right
sky for my kite.
This perfectly suits me.
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