High.

Couples dating in a cafe,

The ambience more of a desperation than celebration.
Playful kisses of persuasion,
Dirty promises hiding the perversion.

People dying everywhere,
Religion for a reason.
For doctrines so obscure.
Some for a pleasure of martyrdom.
Some 'cause of hunger and hopelessness,
And some for love.

People getting high,
to escape to 'okayness',
To be relieved,
To find the answer,
To believe and to dodge,
To enjoy everything that lies,even death.

People writing,
Some as passion,
Some for revolution,
Some to ease the pain or botheration,
yet suppressing feelings into words in so few pages to write.

People earning,
And paying,
Paying for sins,
And some for pleasure.
Some paying for life,
And others stealing.
Stealers are the earners.

People painting,
Painting to understand,
Painting to be understood.
Some painting for Mary,
Some for Jesus.
Some painting to show the nature,
Some telling you the truth,shattering you in disbelief.

Everybody is afflicted with the thing they have within,
Some lie,
Some flaunt,
And some try to hide.
Some give up to die,
Some fear to be dead.

This is a cruel world,
Love it or hate it.
To live a life in peace here,
Find the answer.
Search it hard, go to depths.
At least, find it.
If you don't, get high.