Maybe a dream,
Or just a state of trance,
Into the abyssal realm of love,
Or maybe just hate,
The state we choose,
Like ice cubes,
With our own individuality,
Organized with our own identity,
Some chose love and some hate,
As if we are same,
Ice cubes melt to become water,
And water to form ocean,
We melt to become a part of an endless enigma,
Essence of which can only be love,
Like the original organizing gist,
The reason we feel connected,
A journey free from race, religion, color or gender,
As we all are heir of a united chronicle,
We all are same,
We all are one.
Or just a state of trance,
Into the abyssal realm of love,
Or maybe just hate,
The state we choose,
Like ice cubes,
With our own individuality,
Organized with our own identity,
Some chose love and some hate,
As if we are same,
Ice cubes melt to become water,
And water to form ocean,
We melt to become a part of an endless enigma,
Essence of which can only be love,
Like the original organizing gist,
The reason we feel connected,
A journey free from race, religion, color or gender,
As we all are heir of a united chronicle,
We all are same,
We all are one.