watch strangers closely 

and you try to observe them

Can't you see?

Everyone is.......lost

I've learned theories about it

I've talked about it over and over again

write it over and over again, 

blaming it when things don't get right

I tried to mark a line and try to locate it

A territory called 'reality'

I've been wondering, and completely bemused, 

Why do I defy reality? 

Why do I hate it so much? 

Why do I try to run and hide? 

Do I finally escape it, or do I make fortress 

to keep me away from it?

Now I realize that I'm not the only one

Some people call it a 'book', 

some people watch movies and go to cinemas
some people try to impress, some wear happy masks

some people paint and forget the world for a little while

some people write, some people read
some people drink all night,

some people use weed, or drugs
some people meditate, the others hesitate

some people create their own castles

some people make fairytales

some people fall in love, some people make love

some people make a wish, some people daydream

some people travel, and wander, and go to the great unknown

some people go to bed and sleep

some people get bitter, some people keep the faith

Dear, we're all lost, 

and we try our best to find and make a way back home

try to redefine what the home actually is

try to shape the world the way we want it to

try to hide, for a few minutes 

before every mundane routine creeps back in to our days

we let ourselves be busy enough so we don't face reality as it is

we let time slips away, and we wonder, our hearts ache..

for the better future, 

for an imaginary place

We will do anything, than to face the concrete, cold, flat reality

Or

Or maybe it's not we

Maybe it's just me

Why, why do I defy reality?

Bemused,
what is reality, anyway?