Early morning
When the sun opens his eyes
And the air begins to breath
A new Me never rises up
To break open a gloomy sheath.
As I walk
Through the crowd
And face the sun in the eye
My mind wanders to a place faraway
A thought seems to pass nearby.
All this
This razzmatazz of the world
The hustle and the hurry
Where is all leading me?
To earn, a haunting glory?
As I sit
In this shack of artificial dreams
As life somewhere hides
The tears seem to run dry
As each hope somewhere dies.
I cannot
Gather the strength to stand up
And walk away from all this
It seems, My limbs cannot bear
The burden of a heavenly bliss.
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1 comment:
yes sir..truly an outcast :D
On a serious note, yes yaar...we rlly seem to hv got lost in these 'worldly' pleasures...hope u manage to get some time out of it :-)
njoy !!
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