Life is like a dream.
A dream with endless fantasies and mysteries.
Just like a bubble,
It bursts…
And back again, here we are.
Life is like a bubble.
A bubble with thin air of oblivion,
But a naked lie.
Once we are here,
Then we are not.
Opening our eyes, we are fulfilling life full of lies.
Life is just like a lie.
A lie so deep,
But the truth buried. We are playing Lord’s games.
Of finding, digging and discovering…
The meaning of truth…
Life, is just like a truth,
Hidden beneath the lies, bubbles and dreams.
i love it it's so true life is just a bunch of lies hiding the truth of the world
since there i a truth somewhere life is not a lie-it is our choice to lead an entire life as a lie-abig truth thanks for sharing
good vision.........poetically depicted.......thanks for sharing. (just go thru my kurosowa and truth) .............rgrds/salu
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
u've described the entire face of life in such an easy yet so meaningful way. wonderful! ! ! ! !