Sansar Nepali
All those colours to show you the way,
but you choose to sleep under darkness
All that fresh air flowing outside,
but you choose to suffocate yourself
All those angels ready to embrace you,
but you choose to succumb to isolation
All that energy out there to soak in,
but you choose to choke yourself in a vacuum,
All those moving images of reality,
but you choose to get stuck inside those reels,
All those art and literature to draw inspiration from,
but you choose to value cheap opinions,
All those friendly pals out in the open,
but you choose to lock yourself in a cell-phone
All those moments of magic to liberate yourself,
but you choose to stay under illusion,
All those free rewards of freedom,
but you choose to pay for your captivity
All those battles that you’ve already won,
but you choose to think yourself a loser,
All those warriors that you could become,
but you choose to live as a slave,
All those heroes inside you waiting to be born,
but you choose to abort them to death,
All those infinite dots to sketch upon,
but you choose to keep copying the same patterns,
All those answers that lie within,
but you choose to keep asking the wrong questions,
All those gods that lie within you,
but you choose to idolize something else
All those exuberance and enthusiasm burning alive,
but you instead choose a painful death,
All that you could be,
But you choose not to become.
Oh,
the pity!
