Lately
I find myself
Battling with emotions
Amidst the psychedelic twists
One door closes
While other one teases
My body is numb
But my heart is alive
With the song of fire
That’s burning inside
To write a biography
Is not the easiest task
Especially when you’re unfamiliar
With who you are
It’s amazing
That what they feel on it
Is a part, of what
Defines normality for me
But when did it end up
Being a curse
“Its me you should trust
All the way if you must
You have seen the signs
Of what I’m capable of
So don’t hesitate
And take control of your mind
If you thought someone
Will hold your hand
And guide you the way
Look in the mirror
There’s only you standing there”
“Some make it a hobby
You made it a profession
Then why be afraid
To stop and look ahead”
Their words, the anger
Keeps hurting from inside
But still I’m not able
To choose a single side
These indefinite paths
Leading to unmarked graves
Will either mark the beginning
Or end of something great
I’m standing alone
In this maze
To clear the world
Of all it’s haze
Those obsessions, are starting to
Appear again
Is it an act of depression
For other one to cater
Going deeper and deeper
Into the jungle
I’d find myself tracing
My very own steps
Even the nature
Was now aware
Of all of my ways
To keep me in line
The world grew a little colder
As the snow started to fall
Amidst those white havens
There stood a man
With candle in hand
And dressed in white
Curiosity
Is what kept driving me
Towards that light
Looking for inspiration
Everywhere
You stumbled upon
A rock that fell
To unlock the handle
That’s kept somewhere else
Those impressions still remain
Upon the cremates
As if their world isn’t done
Of a story to tell
And at the sight of thee
It was I who fell
As if marking
The end of this lane
And so I turn around
Step by step
To get through
This imaginary palace…