Reality

Our lives are riddled with enigmatic lies,

Cobwebs of pretentious prevarication,

Bemired the well laid plans of forever,

Scrubbing off the crud of hypocrisy off every relationship

I lie down under the open sky, Wondering from where did all the dust of insecurities pile up, Making it hard to look past at things that matter,

Stingy cubbyholes we built within,

Stuffing every piece of our soul in it,

We choke our own dreams,

In the name of living in reality.