Its what i've been dreaming of The city lights and endless roads Air of freedom and talks of self worth For a moment there, was all good A good start , every step of my foot
And comes a moment when i'm all alone When all is said and done Somwhere in a balcony, a street or my room A vast vacant sea of emotions come flooding The silence aroumd almost deafening The ego inside of me stopping the tears The little girl inside of me with all her fears .
I thought maybe the never sleeping city The noise and chaos would keep me busy But the world can only do as much for you As far as you drown in illusions without a clue
I miss the life i left behind Even if most of it was pain Even if closure was from my end The friends i thought were for life The plans i had i thought were for real
How does life get out of control? Is it u miss the signs of downfall Or do you have no say at all? The questions go unanswered The listeners too go unbothered Relationships all strewn around Messed up and burnt to the ground And i miss him too who never stayed I blame him too who made me stray ..... but life will go on
They got up at around stop five Three of them i supposed were the mums Three kids that looked very bit from the slums The group in unison scaned their jury Quickly scattered papers , seated on the floor Newspapers brought for a routine so daily Steel boards only seemed to clearly know their journey I looked around with wondering eyes As vacant seats shouted from vacant isles But never did the group once budge Nor their eyes wondered to the faces full of grudge. As the kids began their innocent follies Mr Big Nosey next to me, shot messages of dissaproving emojis A sprightly kid now came sat beside The lad saw anger in Mr Big Nosey that resembled a riptide Now i can see how it will scar his heart As he grows up worlds apart From the invisible things that remain unspoken He would never go to a seat untaken For every second he was made aware Of a world and its unwritten divides All this while i never questioned You bought a seat, u never get cautioned But the heart knows too well where its taught to belong Even in a metro that never stops for long
The old man went on at length While the boy sat unperturbed on a bench Old is gold narratives And how the days gone by had more positives How man made things had made man mad over things And rules long made now had the youth cringe. The boy could not take it all in Seemed like grandpa'd seen it all in a short stint Gentlemen dont exist anymore Sucessful men seem to centre the floor Grandpa clearly knew how to rant The boy knew too well bein naive didn't pay the rent I'm kinda torn grandpa, he finally said. I cannot be of both the worlds at a time I can only as much put together a rhyme Things of yesterday , you count of importance May no longer be of relevance