All the time , the murmurs in the background , hurts my soul. The dust seems to keep me blindfold. Thinking, it is reality you need to accept . You cannot runaway from it. You cannot deny it. You need to live with it all. It hurts, it pains , but it is also a way of contentment. Remember what you have , forget what you have lost. After all in the end, nothing will remain the same.