In such short and hurried lives,
With each other we tussle,
Blinkers on, looking straight ahead,
For survival, alone we hustle.
Each morning marks the beginning,
Of nothing short of a war,
Like mercenaries we soldier on,
Choosing between either and or.
For in fear and insecurity we live,
Feed the devil our soul everyday,
For hatred and revenge we sweat,
But not for love a word we say.
Strange be this world where,
I am only what I can give,
I’m not a mind, a heart, a soul,
I know not for what I live.
Ego’s win every battle,
We lose each other along the way,
This crazy world chews us up,
And spits us out everyday.