The poems of life

Let's pretend that we are not humans,

Let's pretend,that we are not lovers,

Let's pretend that life is not ours,

Let's act that we live in order to live,

Lets just be in ours like what we used to be.

Life is about "To be or not to be",

Who are we when we are out of our boundaries,

When we have no words,in order to be hard,

When we have no river, which waves we can fly according to,

How can we describe the path,that  we want it in our life to exist to,

Are we a poets,or artists of life,

Who have no papers,or inks to write down on to

About sentences,and confessions to the life to,

How can we act,either pretend like what we want to be to,

When life is only about "To be or not to be".

We have fingers,we have tongues,

Also bodies,and their languages,

But when it comes to words to be said or done to,

We are wordless ones, and we have no languages,

In life,in the time,in the river,either in mine,

Im a mess,Im a loser,when I have nothing absolutely in mine.

And Im just looking at life like a fingerless one,

Who is unable to touch,to act,to feel to see, 

To write,to pretend,that life does exists,

That desire is not a river,to whom you can go,

And write a poems of life,and the time,in life,

In life,in the time,in the river,either in mine.

Let's pretend that we are not humans,

Let's pretend,that we are not lovers,

Let's pretend that life is not ours,

Let's act that we live in order to live,

Lets just be in ours like what we used to be.

Life is about "To be or not to be",

In life,in the time,in the river,either in mine,

We are wordless ones, and we have no languages,

Im a mess,Im a loser,when I have nothing absolutely in mine.