Gulliver's adventures of Lilliput and Brobdingnag
A story of fiction or a mastery of mind
Imagine two worlds of black and white
With a door to either one from either side
Living in our world of white and shine
where we are huge and we are kind
everyone's little around, everyone wants our time
looking up to our deeds, emulating our habits
wishing to live our life, praying for our good
the seeds we once sowed, grow trees and pour wine
the pots we once watered, bloom flowers all the time
the animals we nurtured, become one of their kind
Is this real or just a fiction of our mind
or is this our inner self shining in our prime
Correlating to a story we once saw with our tender mind
We feel like Gulliever sitting in his Lilliput's shrine
Falling in a dark world of blacklights and smoke
being insignificantly tiny and morally broke
with fellows cursing, voices turning hoarse
our ignorance is the norm
the guilt we once subdued, hunts us down
the actions we lusted, making us pay
things we believed, now deserted, making us drown
thirsty for a sip of life, aimlessly wandering around
Was that hell or an early morning dream
or was that just our inner self reflecting what it had seen
Correlating to a story sowed in your tender mind
We feel like Gulliever sitting in his Brobdingnag shrine
--- ViNIT
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