Molten-Grievances

Sometimes, we come across some people, some of the strange lives who force you to think, the course of human life.
The perfect life we want, is out there, in front of our eyes, but we are somehow unable to cross those barriers and are always left at the other side, in pain, wondering, WHEN?
Better, don't wait, and break it, it might hurt once or twice, but who cares man! At-least you would be there, where you always wanted to be. 

The 7-Word Poem

Whatsoever we see,
It's not always there.
Whatsoever we feel,
It is always fake.
Whatsoever we care,
Actually it's all nothing.
Whatsoever troubles us,
It's only our mind.
Whatsoever we enjoy,
It's just an hallucination.
Whatsoever our age,
We'll always die young.
because,
Whatsoever we are,
We are not real.