Reality

We are pushing everyone away

And living alone in our personal bay,

To fill the vacuum left by people race

In our closed space,

We add more materialistic comfort,

And fell in love more

with it without much discomfort,

To ease ourselves, we nurture things around us,

Without minding the world’s fuss,

You call it life,

I call it a luxurious prison with daggling overhead knife .

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