The Chaos
The Chaos
I walk solid and sound,
Wearing fleshy mortal cloak,
Abiding the social norms and familial bonds,
That are never rational choices.
Some days pass by with “the unbearable lightness of being”;
Most of the days take away the peace,
With non-stop senseless conflicts...
Contemplating on higher things is sin;
Giving wings to emotions is a pain!
No for this and no for that -
Time and perceptions make all the difference.
Emotions signal stories of love and hope -
Reasons brutally cut the signal off:
‘What if’ and ‘why not’ keep on fencing,
But the lance of ground reality slices me off!
A roaring ocean ebbs and flows inside;
Scornful noises of people who own responsibility
For my existence and I owe this lifetime:
Clip the wings off and cage me outside!
The sequence continues on a daily routine
Handling self itself is a complete chaos
If the souls I choose to be connected involve
To prove that life is impossible!