True life - poem

Searching my real character

I lost in thousands

Living their life truely

As author said in story

But in real life no any love song

And rhythm to dance

Except illusive heart lost breathing

Bodies in coma everywhere

Why this unsuccessful fact of story

Nobody writes.

I realize one thing love is most highest preserved expensive thing

That nobody gives as cheap smile

In materialistic world

You have to be trained to convince

Customer

Otherwise nobody smiles living

Positively

They have to join laugh club for that

They would cry for pet dog Tommy

Now it seems hard to breathe

Fresh breeze for oxygen

They are far away from every losing

Moment

Killing time in lonly privacy in depression to die safe

We are living in trauma of unprecedent event

That goes always against our hope

So the Margaret Mitchell said

Life has no obligation for us what

We expect.

Just come out and face eye to eye

As your freedom count upon you

No any school institution teach and

Inject that in your heart.

It has been always there you just

Need to open the door

And see the miracle happens

Otherwise you are only witnessing

The dream on celluoid as onlooker

As your possessive mind reminds

You have got nothing ever

To accept as truth in life.