Can I ever come out of my own world?
The world constructed with my perceptions, fabricated as a result of other world’s dissatisfaction.
Where dopamine is always offered and emotions are always expressed.
Obstacles made beautiful scars,
pain paved path for love, tears flowed from ecstaticity,
adventures happened everyday and Sunday was the day of rest.
With no references to past and future,
no accumulations of stress,
everyone pursued life, free from labels and judgement.
A story be told,
That when pride and prejudice came in,
Narcissism lived in vain and eventually decayed
Later forming into humbleness that drove every soul
Keeping loneliness at bay and me sane.