For Granted

Taking life for granted
Sounds pretty much haunted

Unconsciously being driven
By our own habits unorganized

We cut loose all the ties
To make it easier for our own

Little did we know it won't
Only to suffer more and more

And to question our life alone.
This and that, why and how

Why can't we be aware of the now?
How far have we come at nowhere?

This class distinction running everywhere
That fight among the same team players

Hefty voices with constant noises
Grudges and brawls, abusiveness crawls

Where does it all stops?
What will it take to adopt?

Surrounded by wires and crazy desires
Making unreal truths and truthful liars

We took it too much for granted
Life wasn't meant to be this haunted...

-Hafsa