Sweat nothings impress us, sweet morrows we dream;
Yet sweet thoughts we desire and we cry in sweet lunacy.
Bitter truth harasses us, hard reality depresses us;
Fake notions suppress us and untruth words impress us.
Still we believe, still we relive, shill we realise;
Yet sweet motions is our notion of truth & love.
And bitter pill is the kill of peace in us.
The day we learn what is truth and what is flatter;
That day opinions of others will really not matter.
- Dr. Hira