The eventuality of things make us outline dreams,
We call them galls right then,
When we are able to see a finish line,
An opera to be.
No certainty in our lives,
But endless streams of feels and lies,
We are abrupt and pleasant,
At the very same time.
Let’s make it all as simple as we can,
Let’s tame the demon in our mind.
I see you are betraying your true self,
When you believe in lies and shallow self,
People are trying to rip off your heart,
You shouldn’t let them do so,
You should rather stay strong, stay bold.
There is no other like your self,
And only who will be there when you will die,
Is the man you call him ‘self’.
Not even wide, husband or mother,
Should be those who guide you to the other side,
To life past death,
No other man will touch you and make the dream disappear,
Only you and you alone can uncover the truth and make your true nature,
A part of a world that universe dreamt up.
But be aware, it’s the only essence of the time and gesture of the noble,
To sum up our existence and let the merits fall into their places, to make it right,
To make it just and never screw up.
Such is mine outline.