Life?A Poem by Angad WaraichTo live is the rarest thing in the world. Most people exist, that is allI walk out, To see the world, Barely alive! I see people, Rushing by, Everyone’s so preoccupied, Having forgotten to breathe and appreciate life? Living each day like the cycle of a clock, Eat, sleep, work, REPEAT! Until they are withered and find it’s time to say goodbye. Dying in the past, Living in the future, Is this truly all there is to life? I see pain, I see hope, But never any joy. Are we truly enslaved to money, greed and lies? Can we slow down just for a night? To lay underneath the open sky, And put down the burden we carry in our fragile hearts and minds, As we stare into the starry infinite. Can we let ourselves feel? The sun as it warms our soul, The song by the birds that calms the raging tempest hidden beneath our mask pretentious smiles, The rain as it washes away all the worry buried deep inside. Can we live in today? Can we even try? To slow down and look at the small things in life, So they can bring back all the love we buried, As we walked deeper into the labyrinth of this illusion we now call life. Will we ever know what it is to be alive? Or are we doomed to be entrapped in this cobweb of lies, Until the moment we sleep never again to rise? © 2014 Angad WaraichAuthor's Note
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Added on October 12, 2014Last Updated on October 12, 2014 AuthorAngad WaraichBrampton, CanadaAboutHey! Passionate Writer. Besides that i would say that i love to travel, do some photography and meet as many people as i can because the best stories come from random encounters . So feel free to.. more..Writing
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