I observe the whole wide world,
As someone starts to fade away.
We almost try to make a difference.
Me — like the dismal downpour.
Universe — luminescent Pandora’s box.
Come in out of the rain,
And quit chasing rainbows.
Yet one does not.
We are wishful thinkers.
We seek compassion, affection, solicitude.
Sans rendering back in return.
Hypocrites indulge in dissembling and spurn the sapient.
Like a bird’s freedom,
When the gunshot pierces through the wings,
It floats downstream, languished.
Everybody, everything drifts, sears or goes away – poof!