Are they better than Us?

'Twas a dark, eerie night,

I was walking back home,

Thinking of the wrong and right,

Through the day that have come.

       Round the alley I saw,

       Glow and glitter,

       And what I saw,

       Made me jitter.

They were there hooded, 

With just red eyes as rubies,

Looking at me,

With eyes so blooded.

        They were there,

        To take me with them,

        To their land,

        And to stay with them.

The land was flooded,

With riches beyond imagination,

And beauties,

Without any comparison.

        Not a man was poor,

        But where was sympathy?

        Not a woman was ugly,

        But where was empathy?

The society was perfect,

With roles so fixed,

But where did the choice go?

Where everything is so unfixed.

       There was no disease,

        But where was the hope?

        There was no crime,

        But where did the thrill go?

        There were no lies 

        But where did the truth go?

What I saw of the perfection 

Of their land,

Made me long for the imperfections,

Of my own land.

        They wanted me to be their leader,

        And lead them to my land,

        I asked them a leave to go,

        And return to my own land.

They let me go,

With a promise or so,

To be back 

When they needed me the most.

        With a promise or so,

         I went to sleep,

         And woke up from my sleep,

         When mother called me,

         "Timmy, come down to tea."

I just realised,

'Twas but a dream 

But it let me realise,

They are not better than us.

         Their life is perfect 

         Without any imperfections,

          But our life is,

          "BEAUTIFUL" with its own.