Even though right now I’m free
Think that I’m in my deepest grief
Everything thing happens to be sort ‘of queer
Realizing that I’m missing something
Aloofness of emotion and truce
Has filled my heart with agony
Reality I really cannot defy
Damn to care where lays Supremacy
Succession of thoughts and memories
Still look like yesterday
Those enchanting days will I ever see?
Can’t I change the past with me?
Deep wounds may not easily heal
Though I’m trying to get through this ridiculous parody
Yes! Life itself is a parody
More twists more turns yet to see
Stinks when think of own self
Cause led my life carelessly
I was born free
I’m yet not free
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