I look at the shining moon
Even though, it’s lost its beauty.
I look at you, with the same love
Even though, you are not mine.
I look at the world’s wonders
Even though, it’s lost its creativity.
I look in the mirror at my shadow
Even though, I am changed.
I look up at the never ending sky
Even though, I am feeling pity.
I look at the banger man, dying boy
Naked woman, corrupt politicians
Even though, I am doing nothing.
I act, I try my best, and I forget you,
Killed people in my writings
But still, I am in love with creativity
Even though, I am still a person of reality.