Caring about the world too much;
Causes a longing urge of belongingness.
People dance around in their so called smokescreen,
As reasoning meets defeat against happiness.
Love, care, hatred, freedom are just expressions;
Giving misdirection to the foggy mind of mortals.
Confusions linger as life takes its turns,
Leaving behind a breathing thought at every corner.
A make shift home for these illusions is the heart,
As it is more burdened than the mind itself.
The river of absurdness sweeps it (heart) away,
As the eyes take care of the glut.
People who say they are experienced…
Are in a way more befuddled than anyone.
Leaving the world aside and our purpose in it,
We just exist for a climax but end up in a trough.
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