our own created chaos

Let me believe

Still there is goodness in us

Its not just illusion of who we want to be

Many things happens

Out of them, some doesn’t make any sense at all

Like we are lost in what can be reality

Or what we can define a theme of illusionary

We keep spinning on the same point

Screaming to be let out of the dark

Yet the door of escape it’s just ahead of us

We keep accumulating dreams but to afraid to reach them

Stating one can only dream while being asleep

We no longer cherish those dreams

It use to be a simple dream that will send us sparkling with delight

Funny: We label ourselves human but operating purely in mechanism

No space to trust our feelings

Even there is no time to love ourselves

What about loving someone else???

Even we smile out of obligation or being part of etiquette

The smile and laughter has no true feelings in it

We are lost in the world of mechanism

Living by our own created chaos

I just wonder if we could ever find our true calling in life

©2005, nasra al adawi