
If craving for something
is not possible,
and to care for someone
is no longer viable,
then perhaps, it is better
to dwell in the world of dreams
than to live in the real world
in a solitary grim.
As the birds fly, hopping
from one tree to another.
As the earthworm crawls
hiding down under.
The craving of the fowl
is becoming extreme.
The goal to exist
is no longer a dream.
When solitude comes
and to care for someone
is no longer viable,
then perhaps, it is better
to dwell in the world of dreams
than to live in the real world
in a solitary grim.
As the birds fly, hopping
from one tree to another.
As the earthworm crawls
hiding down under.
The craving of the fowl
is becoming extreme.
The goal to exist
is no longer a dream.
When solitude comes
to the life of human being.
When extremities strike
that seems not stopping.
When poverty and hunger
cripple ones brain.
Then the beauty of dream
will just be in vain.
When extremities strike
that seems not stopping.
When poverty and hunger
cripple ones brain.
Then the beauty of dream
will just be in vain.
