Simply, not like
What we think of
One day
A time will come
When you will have
Everything
What can be
Touched
Seen
Smelled
That all
Once you wished for
Still
Looking around
You may crave for
Something authentic
That can
Just be felt
A reason to be
What it's all about
Genre: Observational
Theme: Life on small things || value of life
Note: All the possession we hold may glit with euphoric comfort , remember all that glits have potential to cause blindness. And you know what blindness means or don't you? Humans are alike. Almost, alike.
