A house with no foundation
Building castles in the sky,
Ignoring reality’s chime
Differs not from trying to make your abode in the moon.
Increase knowledge, increase sorrow
For there is no end to chasing the wind
Only let your knowledge produce,
Take your time to do great things.
Life in fantasy,
In seeking pleasure
They attempt to conceal their frustration
Searching for fulfilment where none may be found.
Creative minds, complaining masses
“oh that our leaders were truly servants” they cry,
But who are ‘our leaders’ anyway?
The father of a home,
Failing to provide for his family
Yet his generosity at the wine bar is known
Returning home as the tyrant, to command and to oppress.
The civil servant ,
Late to work, early to close
In idle sitting and endless chatter all through the day
On whose desk, loads and files of work un-attended remain
But eager to know when the pay cheque would arrive.
The school student,
Now deaf to the cries for study
Truancy is the ‘swag’ they say,
On exam day “we know our way”
Like grasshoppers from office to office
For peanuts of marks they lobby as hobby.
Why complain, when we are all the same?
Courting the devil but not expecting evil
Yet your eyebrows at me are raised
When I say your life is fantasy.
When the log in your eye is gone
Then the spec in your neighbour’s you might ignore
It takes just you to be the change that leads the way
From this maze of our rat race
Our “Life in Fantasy”.