Life is like a dream.
A dream with endless fantasies and mysteries.
Just like a bubble,
It bursts…
And back again, here we are.
Life is like a bubble.
A bubble with thin air of oblivion,
But a naked lie.
Once we are here,
Then we are not.
Opening our eyes, we are fulfilling life full of lies.
Life is just like a lie.
A lie so deep,
But the truth buried. We are playing Lord’s games.
Of finding, digging and discovering…
The meaning of truth…
Life, is just like a truth,
Hidden beneath the lies, bubbles and dreams.
C.H. Seow
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-dream-of-bubble-beyond-lie-and-truth/
