Everybody dies
And goes to heaven
Though hell is getting overcrowded
And yet there are traffic jams on earth
The one who lends a hand
Is not trusted
And the one who does
Is cursed
We miss someone
But kiss someone else
To numb the pain
We do everything for our gain
But yet never regain
The knowledge to understand
What we lost
And what we found
Just go round and round
In circles of hate
And read books on love
The fact and fiction
Are scrambled in metaphors
We find simplicity very complex
Stratch our heads
And fall over heels
On complexity and call
It simple
A thread becomes a life saver
A rope a noose
We dont know what relations
To hold on to
And what to lose
We live with ghosts
And ghost the living
Eating is a reflex
And killing a defence
And yet we yell
And kill
Not for food
To survive is to win
And even our twin
Is not our twin
And when our breath
Leaves our side
Everybody dies
And goes to heaven
Though hell is getting overcrowded
And yet there are traffic jams on earth.
Hema S