Life's Irony

-Life's Irony

How humble the eyes that they may seem,
and yet they have such extraordinary powers.
Perfect or flawed; Simple or pretentious.
Our mind sees, what our eyes chooses to see.

This is life, and its irony.
This is us, and our resolution.
We fear death, while we seek it.
We enjoy life, because there's an ending.

The religions we seem to speak up for,
ensnares us like webs.
Just like hiking a mountain,
and reaching its summit, before

realising that we have scaled the wrong wall.
To how foolish it may seems,
that we may laugh at others for not having aspirations,
and yet like mountaineers we might have journeyed the wrong path.

Honestly. We are merely actors in life,
putting on what others expect of us.
And what lies beneath the mask -
no one knows.

It doesn't matter how we feel inside.
As like performers on stage,
we leave behind, the bits and pieces of our emotions,
and appear like winners, like champions.

The face - what a magnificent catalyst.
It portrays yourself to others,
while concealing your truest identity,
having two contradictive expressions on the outside and the inside.

This is it, like puppets we are manipulated.
And just the same, we manipulate others.
We are probably designed to kill,
not our preys, but of our own kind.