Life is a lie that seems real
When we hold hands and think we feel.
We forget we are all the same,
With the same brain but different names.
We observe, learn and imitate,
Follow the laws of nature without debate.
Like Gods, we rule over the land,
Blind to the cycle in which we stand.
We live and die and so it goes,
This chain we can never oppose.
'We are the masters of our destiny' we say,
Then why are we destined to end the same way?
May 5, 2020
May 5, 2020 at 7:26 AM UTC
Life is a lie that seems real
When we hold hands and think we feel.
We forget we are all the same,
With the same brain but different names.
We observe, learn and imitate,
Follow the laws of nature without debate.
Like Gods, we rule over the land,
Blind to the cycle in which we stand.
We live and die and so it goes,
This chain we can never oppose.
'We are the masters of our destiny' we say,
Then why are we destined to end the same way?