Trapped.

Seeking love, you have sex.
Seeking originality, you plagiarize.
Seeking magic, you color the reality.
Seeking an identity, you try on different masks.


You get trapped in moments of momentary madness,
The outcome of which is an immense presumption of your supreme being.
But you are not supreme,
You are not immense,
You are a tiny human being;
Seeking answers for questions that go beyond your mind’s capacities,
Seeking sensations that go beyond the five human senses,
Seeking an understanding of the universe that will never be figured out.


Just stick to reality;
You are zilch, nil, nothing!