I search key to the heart

Every step is a challenge
I wonder often what happened
no solution to so many questions
I end up thinking for answers.

Every mile is a memory
I eye only beauty
what I see I grab
like a friend I interact.

Every thought is a misty
as a cloud it’s hazy
not easy to identify
I really don’t know why.

At last I search key to the heart
when my mind mystify and hazard.

Not all fantasies are factual

Like birds, we let our dreams into space
but at times things don’t fall in place.
We’re left thinking, as reality bites
and the breakdown we cannot hide.

To ourselves we start asking questions
we’re hurt and flow in emotions.
Why is that untrue and didn’t happen
we think and wonder long for a reason.

But every day we dream and wish it’s true
akin to kites we throw them in sky to flew.
Truth is that not all fantasies are factual
and only the genuine ones get fulfill.