Time plays tricks on the mind and soul
Tired of all this itching, claiming to be pure
Maybe the den can call out on all its wolves
And let the full moon mourn over the calls
of all these midnight storms
Idols want to be normal
Maybe fame wants to disappear
I wish the world was gray, but even then,
the ‘gray’ would be grayer even without colour
superior than some, darker than the sun,
lighter than from where we had once begun.
And the rest were easy come, easy go
Dust blew itself away
From books that were read but never understood
And nature collapsed on the floor, into the dirt, beneath its own roots
Asked itself if it was ready to diffuse, away from this abuse
Hunger can never kill appetite
Shame, for you were the fly going after leftovers!
The rest splashed onto oceans like cannonballs, while you only got the spits, the drops
Let’s hear the train of thoughts that went by uninvited,
Tempting the side blood brothers feared to taint
A walking contradiction
A mysterious reason to slow down, to settle down
Why settle down? When discomfort is the sweetest home
Let them be, the crazies, where will they flee?
Prejudice never stood a chance
Couldn’t resist to stare at an owl,
All this time you only wondered as to why it stared at you.
Then later, laughed at yourself when it pissed on your shoulder,
‘Man, nature’s cruel.’
And then you acknowledged the fact that
everything and everyone carried dirty little secrets…
You started wishing to swim in the mud and come out clean
To blindly remove a blindfold and suck the life out of a rabbit hole
To knock on tree trunks for ants to emerge to the surface,
Then call an anteater to fix the ugly.