A call from a soulless woman Knowing she has endured enough Still affectionately thinks of love Waiting for an unknown period Staring aimlessly at her virtual connection Lost and not found with a hopeless heart The busy man giving no attention Mother of his children by choice Everlasting love doubting its own existence True love of the past Sleep in the arms of a proxy partner Uncommitted touches Searching for the purpose of life Falling in love with the future Maybe felt here is love forever Does it matter ? Is there always a choice? To bask in the mutual feeling To have a human awakening Or is this out of basic nature? Oh Life, all seems like a big lie To be creative and divine Surpasses to be good or nice? Mystical poetic ramblings about life Anyways, it's all about the mind Donβt you see? The heart cries.