In the mind, you are free.
In the mind, you can dream.
In the world, you are bound.
In the world, you just see.
Peaceful when quiet,
Noisy when crowded.
Blissful when thoughtful,
Depressing when void.
Chains of the system drag you down below.
Wings of dreams soar high above.
In the middle ground you find yourself,
Unable to find your place, or your heart.
Impossibilities soothe your mind,
Possibilities excite you,
What's set in stone bores you on the inside,
Breaking them down is what you envision to do.
In the mind, you are capable.
In the mind, you can mete out your wish.
In the real world, you are insufferable.
In the real world, time and again you perish.
Dreaming shall meet reality when the fictional is realised.
Dreaming shall pose a destiny, that shall ignite!
Purpose in life is choosing that destiny.
Purpose in life is in trying to fight!
~Broken-hearted Beggar
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A LONESOME PATH
PoetryA compilation of emotive and thought-provoking poems, that pull away the veils and facades of what humans put on in front of the world, and pokes and prods at philosophical and societal concepts, mostly ending on a motivating or thoughtful note.
