facility of freewill

I write with hate,
in hope for peace
I search for reasons,
in hope for fun

Wake yourself up from fancy dream
Nothing on earth has meaning nor price,
untill human choose to say otherwise

So go on and set your bar
Enjoy the facility of freewill

This is my amusement,
my hypochondria,
labelling humans imbecile.

Sometimes we forget how worthless we are
instead we go on parading pride

Conundrum
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silver lining

It cringes as we speak
the final countdown of our lives.
What we believe appear to be
fools us for lust and devotion.

I concur not to be let free,
as freedom sucks at saving lives.
Could not this be the end,
I run forward fighting gravity.

The concerns that belong to the mind,
doesn't abide to the mechanism of the body.
What we have are two in one,
a series of metaphors forming our words,
an analogy of perfection in billions different eyes.
Which simply say that I am not just me.
It is me and you and them...

As the contradiction grows tighter,
may our lives end within that silver lining.

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