I am the body sans its soul
I am dressed in fancy work attire
I glow like any gentleman's body
I look like the master of my world

I step into the ergonomical work world
Only that in real it's a glass walled Colosseum

There is a Caesar up there in a throne
There are lot of cheers for me
But at the end of the day
I am just a slave dressed up as gladiator

The arena is set; mud covers yesterday's blood
Gods of the sky, be around
Soak up my sweat if I live through the day
Soak up my blood, if I dont make it that way.

The fight is on, villains galore
Sometimes they are the warriors dressed up in gold
Some times they are the monstrous beasts thirsty for my blood
Either ways it is a battle for life and bread.

The day is coming to close..
Doesn't matter whether I win or lose
I end up kneeling down
At the end of Caesar's throne

What will the Caesar do now?
Doesn't matter any how
I have to return here tomorrow
Without my soul in tow

I wanted to swim
the ocean that is you

I wished to travel
The road that is you

I longed to spend my solitude
In the woods that's you

I yearned to cleanse myself
In the waterfall that is you

And finally i wanted to leave the world
On the wooden cross that's you

Many times I wished to run to you
but a good part of me held me back
And I sipped the moonlight thinking of you

I am not the embodiment of your soul
Nor I am the yin of your yang
But I realise now,
that I am you
I am you.