A never-ending folly

never-ending folly

Everywhere I hear a whisper
Life is but a mystery
Dwell not on its purpose
Live it as a fantasy

Who is escaping what
What is it that we seek
Lying embedded deep in graves
Souls who set the stage for you and me

Dancing to the music divine
Moved by a force I cannot see
Scripting the story of my life
A pen oozing plenty of irony

Where do I take my queries
They torment me from within
A fairy-tale to live I was granted
Looking to hike on an adventure story

Every soul seeks to be different
Each one of us an entity
Being part and parcel of the melee
We secretly fear uniformity

A collective sigh arise
In all the hearts that survive
Man is a contradiction of sorts
To drink from a mirage he dies

The fantasy that we lived
The mirage that we sought
Survives in another batch of seekers
Do we hear someone laughing at this folly?