The Reality

Holding flowers that needed to be crushed
Following the path of the everyday crowd
Twinkling eyes and checks being flushed
Looking for someone in all the chaos and loud
But never it happens to seem at all like this
Because it’s all a game and let’s all drown
Either you fall or fly till the highest cliff
Turns out to be content or all the frowns
But life’s just like you make it till the end
Hold on, or maybe this isn’t yet the end..