MOHAMMAD SKATI


Number One


It is urgent and It is needed to all of us, Everyone has a cause in life, A lot of things let us forget That number one cause, We have overcrowded ourselves With a lot of trivial things in our life, Life is pretty when we play Our important role in it, but It's vice-versa when we do the opposite, We have adopted bad visions in life, so Our urgent causes have vanished for ever, We only dream about trivial tomorrows Because we lack the necessary background, We're locked up in our ugly skirmishes That hinder our pretty dreams, We are not more than bubbles that fly Away, then they vanish for ever, No number-one cause are considered in our life Because we can not have real visions, Our visions and our dreams are no more Than mirages in the desert of life, Number-one causes are not ours, but They are other planets'people.

Submitted: Sunday, March 16, 2014
Edited: Monday, March 17, 2014

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