Reality

Absurd realities do not drown in an ocean of tears.
But the tides of fear can sink you into the ocean of tears.
Yet you stay alive.
If you are floating on surface, the rain of joy can enthrall you
The sun shall look a cool dude
If you are at a depth that you can see and feel the rain of joy.
The sun looks like he is searching for you,
You can still enjoy your way
But if you are at a depth out of reach of sun
Where rain has no definition and pressure is the only predator
Smile left behind miles away.
You shall be kept so long there that you can no longer enjoy anything.
Then soon the torture of regret fills you.
Emotionally you die.
Then remember you shall soon reach the surface of the ocean
Coz the dead float but you are not dead physically.
The sun would burn you. The joy rains would pierce you
So this time you your self try to run back deeper and deeper but,
the predator has already hogged.
You can not reach the deep; you can not dare to float
You need a helping hand of some one above
Who can suck the torture and regret in you to make you normal
But no one wants to dirty their hands. Even if they,
You are again susceptible to be a prey of the monster in the deep.
Or atleast you need a stronger hand which can push you back to the monster and make you a slave there.
But if you have none, no worries,
The strongest “Time” shall help you be totally dead
Or stamp on you hard enough that you live a fossil.