Life is a race they say;
but I am not a horse
who will win the cup
for its master's sake

Survival is a war they say;
but I am not a soldier
who will win the war
for the sake of their leaders

Living is an art they say;
but I won’t paint a picture
to hang in a gallery and 
for the world to interpret its meaning

Beauty is of the owner they say;
but I wont glorify the beautiful 
to beautify their life
for the sake of my fulfilment

I want to love without any reason
I want to swim in the eye of the storm
I want to love in the midst of the hatred 
I want to feel passion in the bosoms of sorrow