A head piled up with nothing but dichotomy

A visage that no longer spits the reality

A life lived in contrast to one’s own identity

A world where poverty is also a luxury

 

You say something you never wanted

You do something you never wanted

You hesitate doing something you longed for

You walk away from something you are called for

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When people answer a question with another question

When marriage becomes nothing but a mirage

When being tranquil is no longer an option

When your heart, not the head fails to envisage

 

We ignore this error in which we live through,

a glitch that we happily accept through

the entire chapter, turning pages as if

nothing is wrong with the age-old belief

 

We do succeed at failing others

We do fail at pleasing ourselves

Yet some live for pleasing others

And others pleased for tormenting lives

 

Yes, we lack something key-reflection

a reflection of self, devoid of deception