Strange Counterfeit

Human behaviour often amuses me. They look permanent but at the end of the day, they are just the outcome of momentary vibrations.

When night’s tear fell on the petals,
The world recognised it as the pearl,
When birds cry of an uncertain dawn,
The world dance in the rhythms,
And when the darkness swirl the sky,
They worshipped the sun.

We hereby remain a strange counterfeit,
Of emotions we faked to understand,
Of beautiful gestures we never meant,
Of fallacies we live and govern,
But above emotions, gestures, & fallacies,
We remain kind, incapable of unmasking reality!

-Tushant