Poetry

A Cut From Reality.

That morning when I woke up,
Transitioning life from those dreams to reality,
Wishing I could run away from reality forever.

To escape from,
Boring journeys.
Useless classes.
Unwanted emotions.
Meaningless relationships.
Temporary friends.
Short-lived happy moments.
Careless decisions.
Unsatisfied work.
Scary faces.
Improper lives.
Unworthy humans.

And that's when I realised, living in the dream where things are always in control,
And pre-planned give false hopes,
And unrealistic scenerios of an unending fairy tale,
Like the Beauty and the Beast.

And that's when I realised,
This world isn't that beautiful,
Neither is my heart.

And that's when I realised,
These humans aren't easily predictable, Neither was the next move of Elon Musk.

And that's when I realised,
These girls aren't easy to win.

And that's when I realised,
Life is like monopoly,
Just when you think you're rich,
You're already bankrupt.

And that's when I realised,
This world isn't for the kind-hearted or the cold-blooded.

And that's when I realised,
Life is totally unfair,
But we shouldn't stop at any point.

And that's when I realised,
When things don't go right, we've got to fight.
Fight real hard.
Cause fighting is what life is all about.

And those happy moments after a good fight,
Is what satisfaction means.
But dreams, dreams are way cooler,
You get what you don't in real.
You witness things you don't get to,
You have what you cannot have,
You live a life of yourself more than You,
And that's not fair, but it's beautiful.

So it's '"okay".
Let's just keep transitioning,
Between these two just like we keep jumping between what is right and what is not.