There's this distant illusion of water
at a scorching paths' dried border.
It's caused by heat and refracted light,
And even intimacy's (closeness) fight
yields; one step closer, one step further.
Sometimes happiness is just like that water-
Maintaining distance from the grasps
Of those desperate for it, no matter the costs.
And that's just how the future goes;
Day by day, person by person, lows by lows.
No matter the way happily ever afters are sold,
And the ways rainbow after the rain is told,
Or even the way light at the tunnels' exit defends,
Fairytales, dreams, and hopes-
For some people, chaos never ends.

-fir.m