So you say you love your life but you know the truth of your life is ugly.
You say you love her, then why do you intend to cheat?
You say this world is beautiful, but why can’t you touch a disheveled man?
You say you love the rains, did you ever face the storms?
You say the mountains are peaceful, but why are you not content?
You say you love adventure, did you ever face death?
And then you judge me.
You see me happy, you see me sad,
You define me in just a word.
Who am I?
A dreamer, an adventurer, a writer, an engineer, a sufferer, a happy soul?
I’m an illusion. I’m nothing!