Mind traps us in a perfect image of life that strangles us slowly..
And takes away the smile,the beauty we had held in our soul..
In the game of mind,of finding the perfect fit to our conception,
We create a maze that we trap ourself inside..
And each day we kill ourself a little..
With the fading smile..
With the tired eyes..
With the life that vanishes from within..
That is the perfect life we dream of..
Heart begs,let go of conception of mind..
Look for happiness from within..
And grow towards light..
Yet every moment we kill it,forget it..
And wither with fake smiles
