Like an unknown turn
With a poker face
And traps and temptation
In its masquerade

When there is no telling
When the sun shall show
Ever heard the calling
Of the purple sky above?

Like a clinched fist
On a barbed wire
My heart seethes
Wrapped in a fire

I clean the stains
Of the spilled shame
I sweep the pieces
Off the life’s frame

I scavenge for choices
I hunt for the meaning
I seek for the vices
To keep me dreaming

With my hands tied
My silent screams soar
Trapped in a future
I wasn’t meant for

With muddled memories
And biased thoughts
From tilted perspectives
And choices flawed
We spend a lifetime
Blinded with distortions
But blame the machine
Trained on our ways
Of erring in decisions
Calling it hallucinations!