Do you ever think that probably you can have it some other way?
A way simpler, faster maybe unique?
where probably, your tear won’t be a simple crystal?
It would be a clear version of your hurt and pain,
A vision of your deceits and betrayals,
Your scratch and bruises,
Your fractures and breaks,
Things you would wish would go away?
Lets pretend maybe all your dreams come true,
And everything you ever wished for finds its way to you,
Would that count as a key to your happiness?
Lets pretend comparison and competitions are words that don’t exist,
And that you are your own symbol of perfection,
Will that undermine the art of being a unique masterpiece of yourself?
Would you feel contented with the little bit of knowledge of your existence,
and feel like your presence added a little value to human kind?
Lets assume happiness is a state of mind as we are meant to believe,
And that,everything we set out for can be achieved.
A twist of faith,
A twist of conscience,
A twist of character,
A twist of personality,
A twist of everything we almost believe could be;
Would that mean that the emotions are guaranteed?
Lets believe that feelings are hidden forms of what we are meant to see,
And that they control our everything;
Does that justify the tears we shed?
Does that bring a sense of justification?
Lets pretend that every charge that runs through our veins is genuine,
Every spouse that shows interest truly feels you,
Is it a guarantee that you should be jealous?
Maybe traces of dissatisfaction and willingness to kill?
Wondering why your own would be an attraction of social inequities,
social dysfunction and a state of self justification,
Would you harm without state intervention?
Maybe we can just pretend.
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