Dark are the ways of life,
Till the end we just strife,
Engulfed by the venomous surprises,
We barely look at the sorrows and cries.
Comfort we all are searching,
Our hearts are filled with wishful thinking,
Endless hope or hopeless end,
To every memory we forever get attached.
Past mocks down the smile of today,
Today offers worries for upcoming day,
Our mind collide with thousand thoughts every single day,
But the answers seem to be million steps away.
Secretly we feed upon the fantasies,
Detaching ourselves from the never ending puzzles,
Escaping from the realms of reality,
We struggle for self discovery.
No matter how deep we dive in,
Some traits are forever hiding,
Like the scent of pressed flower within the diary pages,
We keep adapting the changes.