Success is a metric which measures the unquantifiable..
Of all the possibilities that I try to contemplate..
Logic seems to disappear in the realm of emotions..
Never go into the bakery and see how bread is made..
Each one of us trying to find our own ikigai..
Flowers are beautiful, we lay eyes on them..
Hope shows the route while soul’s the driver..
.. that unlike us, our luck is not ambitious
.. we are all trapped in a maze called destiny
.. it might be that our reality is mocked by our dreams