We are running towards what we are running away from

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Dreams...
We all have
Sometimes with our eyes closed
At other times, as we stare into the ugliness of reality
Either way, we only go for the perfect picture
3-D? HD? You own the cinema for those moments.
This ability to dream
Is what hope rests her shoulders on
While she patiently waits on time.

Time...
The master of all things
One so complex
Yet levelled to man's understanding
By the racing hands of a simple clock.
They say it waits for nobody
Well, what a privilege it is
When people say you are a nobody.

Life...
How do you see it?
And how do you look in its own eyes?
Can you tell us about your relationship with it?
Abusive?
As is the case with many
Rosy?
As could only be found in fairy tales
Or somewhere in-between?
As some of us would prefer to say.
Whichever way,
Only a few would agree
That death is better of.

Death...
That's the one we don't like to talk about
Because of Fear?
Maybe.
But Fear, in itself, is death already
Live without it, and you may probably live forever.
But why choose to live forever
When the people you love wouldn't?

Love...
Or what do you call her?
Dreams, Time, Life, Death
More beautiful than they all
Should she have been
But then, we humans came into the picture
And you know the rest...

While in the deep silence of thick darkness, spare some time to think on these things, and you'd discover that we are actually running towards what we are running away from.