These are difficult days
When reality occults the dreams
It is bizarre isn’t it?
Reality that we try to figure out
Or try to make sense of ?
Is this also imagined ?
Then what is real?
What I think is real real?
The time that ticks away?
Or the dream that fades over time?
Is time too imagined?
Just like dreams ?
Sun does rise for real
But again it’s a play
Play of light, atmosphere
We see it before it even
Peeps over the horizon
While setting sun lingers elsewhere
It rises for us in full glory
It illuminates the tiniest dust particles
While darkness engulfs elsewhere
With no power to light their lives
Powerless have to make through
Another cold imprisoned night
Maybe darkness is a blessing
That hides the cruelty, rubble
That amputated humanity
Missing its phantom spine
Where do we go from here?
Dreams are the only ransom
We can pay
To continue existing
Dreams of freedom
And that hopeless hope
Stars twinkling away far off
They are the witnesses
Of how our sun was born
And our Earth came into being
How dinosaurs roared and vanished
Maybe if we can fine tune
From somewhere
Maybe it is still visible
How it all began
The eternal cycle of
creation and destruction
It is such a pity
We want to behold pleasure
Which comes at the cost of pain!
We want to behold AI
Which comes at the I
These are difficult days…
Mad Decadence 