How We Live?

How deep is the ocean?
How far is the sky?
How love becomes a passion?
How hate always defy?

We dream to fly
We hope to bring joy
We stumble upon a fear
We hide under a soft cry

All we ever gained was,
To walk on a paved path
Thinking the unnecessary
Still trying not to try

Wild is the felony we have
With this bewitching mind
To create more illusions
In a blurry field to die...

-Hafsa