I fell deep in love with Thinking and Writing married me; We gave birth to Words and Raise ACTIONS as offspring.
Life asked TRUTH what's special about you? Truth Replied;
"Ye shall know when there's nothing left to be known but truth."
Is this life not a lie?
I wonder why ye have to chase wrongly to be chased, Make others feel sad to Level your own joy, Cheat on the weak to feel strong, Feed on the poor to get rich and Make fake promises just to gain loyalty;
Trust is so costly
Even the closest can't give it freely, It scares, hard to even purchase. Love exists but yet no where to be found, It's scared of life itself due to the brutality. Blood sharing becomes the antidote to the callous, We feel unsecured on our land, Those hired to secure us become the terrorists Victimizing the lives of the innocents just for a token/power/fame & what have you. I doubt they knew there's no return ticket for life after demise.
Those that preach peace are those endorsing wars, We are forced to smile in Pains, They define that as courage in their own new Mercedes, I wonder if they knew what it feels like to embrace nothing as something out of no choice.
It's a pity mood for those who find fault in every good thing, i doubt they have one in them. I found myself where you get critics for trying, they pin point mistakes, I wonder if they knew it takes courage to even make mistakes.
