That is what the human race has become,
A mirage of too many a face,
With
Broken down dreams
And
Craved fantasies.
A circle of repetition born from our imagination in a nation we imagine has fallen an we still remain Victors!

Yet depression, sorrow, killings, Injustice and fervent heartbreaks like it was a game are the days order. If only...
If only we would sit sometimes and make the most of our times, Everytime, in stead we go on trying to be better, greater, wiser, and not even feel the right reasons, we are all, man and men, caught up in the grater of life and it is grinding us hard because we go on believing that to each his own.
That is rather the epitome of the erring human race...
If only.