Almost there, yet nowhere...

So near, yet so far,
almost there, Yet miles apart,
bound by love,
beaten by convention,
heart cries,
reason defies,
acceptance seems a dream afar..

Borrowed Self

In a bid to search what misses from our lives,
we flip through the pages of others,
To feel completely alive and meaningful,
we decry superfluity in rest,
To lend a sense of purpose to our existence,
we kill the masses with thoughts and actions,
To define who we truly are,
we project untruth onto strangers,
While putting the self together bit by bit,
We borrow the mortar from others.