Jungle.

by mo3taz   Jul 14, 2013


Jungle this world is a jungle.
Some kill to live, some live to kill,
Some arrived to it by a bungle,
Some sell to live, some buy to sell.
We all run in never ending circles.
Is life a mirror reflecting our nature?
Or are we the mirror reflecting life?
It holds many questions but unresolved.
People dived oceans of mysteries,
And climbed its unreachable mountains.
And it still their greatest desire,
To solve this unsolvable mystery,
And that is what keeps them living.

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