Everyday we imagine
Beautiful things
Moments so colourful, wonderful
Everything seems controllable.

Everyday we paint
A picture so perfect
Every detail is exquisite
It seems so fantastic.

Everyday we picture
an absolute happiness
and everything that we want
Can easily be addressed.

Until we wake-up and realized
That we live in the world full of lies.
We suddenly shut and lock-up
and from the world we break-up.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Don't expect, it hurts too much when our expectations were not met.

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Your poem is about dreams and reality, expectations dashed against the fountain of a world thriving on lies, deceit, debauchery, evil. I like it.

Muhammad Naveed Ahmed.

Pen name:Emmenay.

Yahoo email ID:Ambitious7

Initials: M.N. Ahmed.

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Thanks for appreciating. :)