The Mirage within............
Why do we behave like a grown up When we are not actually! We are mentally yet a child Running underneath a fluffy tiny cotton wool Wafting through the air, just over our head, We try to grasp, unsuccessfully… Blinded in the process Incessant jumping along Continuous bumping and mindless warring……… The fluffy cotton wool… Knowing not the final destination We know not the final resting place Before both of us blown off again by the waft of air…… We were forgetting the feet underneath. The fluffy cotton ball still evading our useless hands…. We striving hard to appease the Secretive knots, yet to be untied Unfathomable games, we keep on playing. Ever struggling with the moral fears…. Why do we behave like a grown up When we actually only grown physically.