life's like that

we are going away from this life for we are not contented with the mere presence of the current set ups. Through life we concoct lies and opportunities then we weaved them together to create more greater expectations. Go to where you are needed try salvaging those bruised ego and salivate on the rest that was left behind. Touch your ear lobe, scratch the dirt out with your bare hands and smile to the world. For we know what is coming to end. We got what we wanted so we leave with no much regrets. And to the new scene we unfold. Petal by petal we strip that lovely flower till it manifest into a bud so ugly that not a simple minded insect would dare to sit upon. The wind blew the sky, it drove the sky away from our sight. Sympathy to those who lost sight of their own mistakes and only see the light coming out from their nose. It glows brightfully until it blinded the whole nation and as if miracle visited the dead everyone keep on to the illusion of self apathy.