a call from the distance

I was lived by imagination,

Where I burned my dreams,

Killed the road, poisoned the soul. 

Such life never be true;

The truth is ridiculous to be assumed,

We live without fact of truth. 

Everyone possessed a life,

A life which looted by lies,

Fails, tears, loves and angers. 

It’s beautiful though it’s ugly,

This is what we all wanted to hast,

And we all enslaved to the truth. 

I see the light and colors of everything,

And I love to see what I suppose to see,

Eventually I lived in imagination. 

The truth never exist but created,

We created what we need to be created,

But in reality it’s certainly a dead corpse. 

A world named by us;

Is what we built by greediness of mind,

It’s never belong to anyone. 

I have a body, soul and mind,

They never choose me to be them,

But shamelessly I’ve chosen them.

When I die, they never care,

But I care what I left behind,

It’s such an honor of unfairness! 

Fair never be the fair,

It’s basically a lie,

A liar never fails to lie. 

As I do care what I hast,

And I have nothing at all,

But simply thinking that I have.