Strange

Strange are the ways of life.
First it makes you run behind something.
Makes you believe it was meant for you.
All along cheering you to go get it.
Unleashing the thirst for more.

Strange are the ways of life.
When you are at an arm’s distance from your dream.
It suddenly turns its back on you.
Allowing you to fall flat on you face.
Jeering you for chasing a pointless dream.

Strange are the ways of life.
First it sets boundaries, cautioning you to wander within it.
It makes you find solace in incarceration.
A world of make-believe contentment.
To one day suddenly mock at you for not breaking free.

Strange are the ways of life.
Pointing towards the seamless sky.
It dares you to take a flight to the unexplored realms.
To the realm of insatiable hunger.
Only to clip your wings, chiding you for flying too far.