Thanks for reading my lines
Leaving me in the dark
Fading behind
Now when I see the light
I will always remind myself
That you left me when
Time was a darker side
To an endless sea of seconds
With the waves never seemed to surface
On the sands of time
Within the coffins and graves in a cemetery
Our faces were warped by the Terpsichore breeze
That danced over the mud and grass on a dandelion soil
Where the fire was pure, and the trees were so blue
It all must have been the skies covering the golden sun
When the trees turned green again
I said, thanks for reading my lines
As soon as time ended on a sunlit evening
We made the sun ours, as long as we ran
Time never ended in the darkness

Help!
Hold me
I am
A glass half empty
Trying to fall into a larger cup
Metaphorically speaking
I am the one looking for innocence
It'd be easier to be empty
Than to toss it all in poor judgment
Possessed by this desire
A fire rises, and I'm just a fly on the wall
An anthem of indoctrinated philosophy
Wondering where is the merit in being avenged
Hold me, before I slip across the edge
Into a glass half empty
Engulfed by saltation into my darkest dreams

I watched a film once
It was a thing of beauty
And the actress was even more so
I suppose they call them actors now
She splayed her co-star with a kick
To the rib and then to the other
I liked her prowess
It was the guilt that made me
Go after her pursed lips
As my eyes wandered across well covered clippage
I coveted and lingered
Some might call it ravenous or cinematic
Some may think it being rogue and dangerous
I never took her for a star
I saw her for what she was in the end
A promise for more and more
She never kept her promise
If she did I think she would have told me
In her head or feet at least
So as I undid the cinematography
Lured her out of her home
I made her crawl on the floor
She had never seen such things before
I had her to myself
I think I did
I thought I did
Until I saw a tear tarnish her perfect face
It was a Tuesday
Or the day after
Many of the memories are lost
In a flurry

With the first sign of rebirth
Came the gift of time, extended
In its renewal and revival, further
Offering the restoration of friendly relations
All done as an act of reconciliation between progress
As well as forgiveness asked of our mothers, everyday
Within such gifts intended for the common crowd
It is at the stroke of the halcyon hour
That we forget our sorrows and crumble like bricks
What is of this sad ending that we talk of, intentionally
That plagues the essence of the mind which is white as snow and trembling
Only cloudy days can show us the purity of ice
When the clouds do subside, the sweetness that preside
All talk is forced into stony silence under the dark night
Through the mad-sort of palace of time
Where there is a time to withdraw into the study of history
Ashes to ashes as well as fire to fire
Dwelling in a cold curlicle of a silent galvanized gate at a cemetery
Behind a rose garden, where the woodpeckers beak at the windowpane
Rusted beyond recognition broken into windy submission
Such things are built for no purpose and no future promise
Only to sustain posterity and labour
Not to make use of Earthly resources
An old man still waits for the rain
Saying that he is hiding behind the arras of an isolated house
Where the sepulchre is hidden under a rock tattered by zephyr
A string of creeper prostrate themselves, whimpering
That ostensibly grow, under the shadow of a thatched roof
Only to never be seen again in daylight
Of rebirth and redemption
Such is the creeper in the daylight
That lives in utter recluse and retreat

When a boy loves you
He tells you his favorite songs
When a boy loves you
He tells you his darkest secrets
When a boy loves you
He sings in a voice that soothes that emptiness
When a boy loves you
He will want to dance with you
To forget about the fights
When a boy loves you
He'll be afraid of grabbing your waist, but, still, kiss you
Before prom's over.

Looked at shades under the trees
Hanging under the leaves
Seem to move like the wonder of wind
Just forgetting my life
I pray you can share shadows
You see it striding in the evening
Or leaving the land in the fresh air
I show fear in a handful of promises
That fly away like refracted light
I will be your worst friend in heaven
Your best teacher

k e e p s i x f e e t d i s t a n c e
w h e n c r y i n g
d o n t s n e e z e
b i t c h e s

"It's safer for us" they said

Like footfalls in a memory
I ignore the humble crying
A soreness fades, from abstention to hurt
I never reacted
As I freely expressed
I have felt your ascent
I have seen your descent
As I cascaded in contemplation
Into a wheelchair, I lean against
This vibrant child knows time

The bud of a delicate being
Awakening to a sun ray, daintily
Dries in the rainy splore while birds flee
Lisping in the cacophony of the wings

After every morning shower as the nest empties
The flower goes to sleep with the tall trees
Where the smoke of a stoked fire burns
Whilst choking the breeze and the birds

Brightly clasping onto the clutches of the  sky
Where the sun showers on its hue
And puts on a glorious smile in the afternoon
Hiding behind a penumbra, waiting to blossom

Fleeing as ghosts do from an enchanter
The bud cascades freely in the desert air
Where the stares of nearby petals wander
As the fragrance of a blossomed flower laces the air

The yellow windowpanes may have the smell
Of your ******, but, the resistance to change
Is as free-flowing as this ****** faltering of friendship
Maybe, someday the smell of you is unhinged
Like a door in space that opens up to the secrets of existence
Maybe, the feeling of eroticism is prone to the change
But, the friends I have gathered in this rabble all want my blood
You're the only who wants my bloodlust
Thank Heavens, it isn't an inexperienced ****** fantasy of sexuality
In this climactic hour, we should be friends, if we can't handle the pain
The dew falls from leaves slowly to make us whole again
Let it not go to waste, this time and toil
This sweat and agony of not being able to calm you in your vivid breath

You can be famous now
If you're a rhetorical pronoun
I explored
Tried to get out
My parents would have got me down
Don't get down
You're beautiful
And safe and sound
And you aren't queer
You're ahead of the curve
Keep steering
Look ahead
Wear your personality
On your sleeves
People will fear you
But, it's dread instead
Keep changing your hair
Fiddle your hair
Walk the streets with pride
Gay pride
Stay in the closet
If you wanna change
If you wanna be better
Than Worse
Or just offset
In a changing haze of time
With a dash of thyme
Be a brilliant specimen
Men will be men
Women will be empowered
The dimes fall from the pockets
The beggars will still take their time

I will use the water
In your bowl
Lighting a fire in a cave far away
Flower your soil
Make it a garden of bouquets
Of petunias and water lilies bright as the dark lakes
In some functional world
Where we can be together
On the rivers,
By lake shores
There are plenty of chores
That water bowl is empty
As the heartbreaks are plenty
There are no chances of surviving in this
Fine, the old town of wars and running soldiers
That's the title of my next *** tape
As the wishes for borrowing instances from a stranger's eyes
And there is no choice of friendliness in the eyes of comeliness

I sometimes
Wish my favourite writer
Would call me
To read his book
During this lockdown
It wasn't until puberty ended
That I realised
Writers don't even read their books
They just bang the muses
And write for sheer amusement
Writers wear a silk scarf
To cover the hickeys on their neck
Not to keep the winter out
Or the heat in their starched shirts
Writers wear boxer shorts to bed
And come out naked with their hands full
Literally, one with a bottle
Metaphorically, one with a woman
I would love it
If you read my book
Because life doesn't summarize
Heartbreak in 265 pages

It is an idiot's call at night
That tells me that I will sleep
She hasn't got much brains
Neither much of a body

But, I bet she looks good
Under the star light
She's a genius when it comes to
Making me fall in love with her beauty

Because everything she does to say she cares
Makes me wanna kick myself into the ******* road

In the room where you held us
As the messengers lead the young ones
Find your voice, that may scream

Old and new cannot screech as newborn ones
As a lover cannot trust or lose
Find your voice, be free and truthful

Where the man finds it easy
Let the sun burn them all

So, you must find your wife today
In the room that betrays you, the next day
As murmurs fade away

When the bell tolls, yesterday will be yesterday
As life changes, today will be today
For when the time comes, it will you and you only

Where the sun burns them all
The whispers will tell you, find your voice

Soon, the curls of the clouds will fall
Like a frail finger of beautiful new life
As tendril twists from the fingertips of a twig

Summer is easy, but, the winter is breezing
Let us dance as freely as the wheels of love
And fall down as soon as the rain calls us too

When the ground calls us
Let the sun burn them all

Whistles of a train, spray the sky like a raven
Humming its wings, unknowingly
Let the fields watch on as civilization leaves in a second

When, love leaves us in a fleeting second
Let the room die as soon as we are born
Let the truth prevail as soon as we die in this world

The thing was done in unspoken of
But, never forgotten after all

Its Monsoon's *** end
It shed its tears on the bare leaves
The rain arrived and soon left
So fast, it swept me off my feet

I share this scene of the last shower
On a park bench, with the people here
The mud is filled with fallen flowers
Ravens will sit on trees, sky-bound till next year

The Indian cork trees hide behind hedges
Collecting its last drops greedily in each flower
While puddles form memories in the dead trenches
Rain comes and goes, leaving only petrichor

Winter will wrap up Monsoon's graceful stay
The swaying trees will bid farewell to a weeping friend
The pounding on my rooftop will quickly fade
I'll only desire for its return in the end

A ticking
Clock
Talks

The beauties that
Aroused me
Are still memories

They may have grown older
But your memory
Makes the stories evergreen

I probably could write dissertations
On my flirtations
However my experiments with humanity
Have led to unwanted alacrity
To many conquests
That have ended in married chicks and cheap homosexual requests

But my recent love songs
Have righted all the wrongs
And eased what the heart longs
Away from the wrong ***
And to write the right text to get away from being an ex

Her sarcasm cuts like a knife
Her dress writes like a poetry
She tells me,"That poem is too long."
My poetry is no song that can make her breathe

Her wishes turn to acrid gestures
I'm at the end of her condescension
And I lose face within
I once thought my chagrin lost me

Well, she tells me time's on my side
I realize that I'd been taken for a ride
Saint Augustine knows me
He says treat her carefully

He tells me she is the siren of the east
Well, the visions of Urma
Show me a future of dignity
Present and past are just two points of a compass

When the relationship ends
You are left with no future
We fought so much
When the car broke down

We didn't talk that much
We just kept pushing and pushing
Until the love was lost
It startled me when my past haunted me
Kings and queens nurtured me in my sleep

Walls and alleys forged later
Clocks had stopped
Her beauty ignores me still
Her shadow follows her and is too dead to dream

Like one possessed I kept praying for us
No more lies
No more hiding as I chased her
One day we will refuse each other

Another compromise
They say beware of your pride and false hope
A thing that you say when you are in agony
Her steel eyes and gold heart will **** you

Make kindness a rare virtue
Sometimes she gets so ornery
I cannot hide that I am ordinary

I want to instead explore
As extraordinary free men do
Be free of your visions of failure and downfall
As I grow into the cocoon

Where the circadian rhythm of crickets are dead
The butterfly has no wings
And is only used or abused as metaphor
When the day comes

I will love you with the stories of a thousand starry nights

The fathers engage in discourse
Nothing to endorse
The silent tools of sculpted clay
Are used to help some die
The vibrant crowd is called a jubilee
There is no dead man with the treasure

Under the sea there is no fish
He sleeps with the faithful
The fast life is too slow
For the sickly as they hold their balance on the die
Like a gambling ghost
The father engage in discourse
With nothing to endorse

The fallacy of the education comes in phases
Hades isn't ruling over hell or Cereberus
They have called him to guide us
Since the rebels are at home
The homes are asking for just a refill of beer
The fathers are engaged in discourse
With nothing to endorse

The cops cry with foamy laughs
The tears of blue turn the heart blue
A shrill scream can be heard from the tavern
The moonshine liquor is tossed back and forth
Soon, many will be moaning in the cavern
The fathers are engaged in discourse
With nothing to endorse

Sometimes empty, sometimes full of feeling
Escaping from fear, yet, hesitant of the freedom
Looking away from the glaring light
That flows through the soulless skies

Outside there's rain
Pouring till the warm fear-ridden skies run dry
There's rain that can't be let inside the crevices
It'll flood prairies to drench a paltry mind full of vice

The heart doesn't respond to the warm smile
That kind, beady eyes and an understanding nature offer
On a cold, dead Tuesday night
It doesn't catch on fire in the damp air

It is paper thin, a fragile, brittle being that sways
To the light breeze that blows out the fire
Deep inside, whose warmth
It was never accustomed to, long ago

This twisted vessel with its worn sails
Buoyed toward the ocean for too long
I've been through these preternatural waters
Countless times, always turning back in vain

Sailing into the unknown amid the heavy gales
Hurtling into the distance where water turns into vapor
Levered by every wave that pushes along with the tide
I'm tethered by a thin thread, I turn to my heart

Now wait, from day to dusk
Come night, the stars will disappear
As more questions haunted me
They'll burn the battlements of your mind

Time often harrows those with the will to live
It brings with it profound sadness
And that's the narrow strait pushing us ahead
The oceans aren't meant for us

The mind ought to pour itself into logic
Against all notions, challenging the hindrances
Beyond all reasonable doubt
Building faith forever and ignoring the emotion

Despite having little hope left inside
Drowned in the oceanic scapes of blue and white
I'm washed by the distant sunset
Where the sun draws a line through blood red skies

Where one world ends, maybe another begins
To some the horizon may be worth reaching
But this is beyond the reach of my mortal vessel
And the mind can't fathom the distance

Yet it can take on raging storms
There is no moments of stillness for war-torn ships
So many have retreated into the night
Abandoning the journey

Hesitant on returning
Remaining blind to the brilliant sight
The piety disappears soon after
Only leaving behind a disturbed mind

Benign, hapless skies look upon the fierce eddies
That once threatened to carry them underneath
The way back takes with it the lilt of song
Only leaving behind a disturbed mind

The mind can take the beating of an arduous voyage
So show courage
In the face of utter defeat
Revealing the Achilles' heel of your spirit

You'll never hear the surface crack
But there are screams within the fiery depths
And I fear Death will take what I love most
When the structure falls, the rest won't hold

Still suspended in time
Still seeking an eternal sleep for the mind
So many times, the divine sages wander away
Into a dark copse of patterned leaves and interwoven roots

That the mildew has bowered the empty house
As gargoyles lay dry in a vast garden of vacant roses
Now barren, the thorns stick out
Scarring a mind in a state of constant fugue

It isn't my fault that this mind is ravaged by demons
It is shackled to the past when we waged destruction
It isn't my fault that the soul is a dusty tomb
It is at the mercy of time - a brief life of its own

Death will see the parts of your life
That you once held dear as memories
All as part of the incinerated earth
These possessions will become complete strangers to you

Erasing a fraying mind with pain
You'll spend years shifting mountains
So that swelling waves can fill the deserts once again
The sullied spirit can cleanse itself

Your dormant mind will never recover
From a lifelong journey of seeking forgiveness
The jagged ridges of rocky shores will hold back the tide
And soon, the dam will break unable to contain the past

Letting the waves of passion turn into violet roses
A violent desire turn into bruises
As virulent streams settle into the ocean
You'll be left with the remains of your soul

With every skipping heartbeat
There's are pauses echoing into the unknown
But like everything else, it is made of ether
And you carry it now for the rest of the way

If it means a glimpse of eternity
A moment of beauty
Then I've elevated myself in this love
It is a sinking feeling to be weightless, at times

Back into the unknown
Kicking, screaming, and tearing at the seams
The soul has fallen into an endless void
That the heart calls darkness

That the mind calls folly
That the world calls faith
That the memory calls love
And some of us call it an ocean

The more I sleep
The more I write
Apparently, the feeling still lingers
Though, I tried so hard not to suffer
The indignation of changing war
Have you got a taste of the announcements
I guess you just heard ringing through the hall
Though, I tried not to show it
It takes my mind off all of it, to denounce things
Though, I tried not to show it
It takes my lines off another poet
Although, I might claiming all these apologies
If your answer wasn't the real deal
Throws and hurdles are the same this year
Cannonballs are flying across the seas
But, my flight is on another charted journey
In this readied prize, I find my reason rhyming with yours
That's why I write lyrics
When I should be writing songs
When you read me
You probably, remember me by your favorite song

Crystal eyebeams showered down
The mountaintops sailed and gleam
Above the clouds

The years passed like grains of sand
The ruin of ancient lands turned to dust
The streets of paradise are now past

I hold a bit of heaven in my palm of wildflowers
When I unclench my fist, the heavens just fade away
They shall run helter skelter, hither tither

Tied to a jet black cliff
A bird fashions on my scars
As my next ship passes

Tied under the Gates of Eden
The Gods have no place for us
Only where the vulture circles is a home

The bird flying on wings of adolescent imagination
Never stops imagining an escape
However, unforgiving landscapes make an example of adulthood
That's why I am the unforgiven
But, I still rise, stoically
From the ashes, devoid of ephemeral memory
Born to end the cycle of rebirth, once again

Don't break barriers
Rebuild them
That's we'll get space as the final frontier
The Major says "Let's try next time. Every time."

Feeling the pieces
Ferrying the mandate
Across the races
In the splintered waters
Of the glacier-like iceberg
We just hit the tip of the frozen brook
And we screen so low
To reach new heights of ruin
The antecedent of this being, inherent good

Langurously and dangerously inundated
These lines refrain from the veracity
Of the veritable mendaciousness of mending ways
The lugubrious feeling that causes lack of preemptive reason
May cause reprieve for our suffused mistakes
In time these will be lambasted, like barren lands
Famished by the deprivation of azure
These mortal beings want to condoned, not reassured
But, their actions are condigned by active enforcement
Of the very halcyon sights and commanding selpulchre
Tendencies of this predilection can cause the veritas of arboreal
Forests that turn into tiagus
Form the basis of the very animus among the conquered and divided by malice
Maladroit and mawkish, we are slowed down by our emotions
That's when pathos turns to emotional appeal
Lacking all integrity of dignified subversive statements that need studying
Sequacious individuals often disregard the employing of arduous words
While believing in abstrusities that should count as absurdities
Within these are caitiffs looking to follow the williwaw
When the crowd gets along in fiery cohorts and ardent cavorting
Are we simply gruntled?
Or are we turning into ice?

I could take a moment
And make an eternity out of it
If it was who’s time

****** madness
Engendering doubt
Mellifluously kept me within these walls of belief
Too bad, religion was old
And the girl was young
The memory was transience

Most of these nights, I do not even try to sleep. The bed lays empty and the night grows on me. My mind wanders if it is simply tired or sometimes I turn myself on if I am too scarred. When the nights sparkle, that is when I step out and search.
The nights sparkle these days under the city streets and one may even find some crime in the darkness. I look for some drugs in the back alley still even in adulthood. There is a homeless man covered in cardboard and goose feathers. I thank my good fortune because no strings attached means I have found what I am looking for.
Somehow, he always talks about a ride to paradise just for fun. He even laughs about Las Vegas as he fights his demons. Au contraire, I lay awake in my crumpled sheets satiated, his sign is etched in my memory. "Drugs'll **** you.-Voltaire"
It has been 3 years since I saw a criminal shuffle his feet across the alley on to the pedestrian crossing on Park Avenue. The breath of moaning women can be imbibed from a nearby brothel. Some may not even bat an eyelid when thinking to avoid this street and it's capillaries. Yet, this niggardly beggar keeps me company. This beggar keeps me company.
I buy him a whiskey to help him sleep as a breeze moves softly through the streets. A *** of his choice helps him keep his insides warm. I read the ending of "Sweeney Among The Nightingales" from my book as dozes like a docile child.
A warm summer approaches and we talk in cold tones about the politics of the country. But, this conversation is the most memorable.
"Bud, you must have capacity."
He says,"Is that why you keep me nearby your shoulder? To make fun of me?"
I say "I don't flatter anyone. I just get cranky when dawn comes."
He keeps silent and then resumes,"Smoke this."
I take a puff and days go by.
I find his spot and he is gone. His signboard lays on the sidewalk,"Drugs'll **** ya" it says.
Now I can sleep knowing that he is gone to a better place. Whenever the nights sparkle, I remind myself that the search continues unless I keep dreaming, hoping they will come true. That's when I knew I met the greatest artist who could actually bring change with a candid remark and turn the world berserk in a quick flick of a flame. Not with a bang, but, a whimper

Feathered wing
Why Do you
Sail away into the night?

'Cause you're meant to
Sail into love
Sail into heights
Sail into the ocean
Of The Breeze

Whisper like the calm chirping
Of The Birds
Off With the heads of the seas
With Poseidon of
Godly wrinkled waters
That made his gelid cheeks
Of sorrow...
Of a human disguise
So sorrowful
Unspoken
Begotten
By The din

Singin with skipping beats
Playing the same seats
He was done with rustic Lyric
With the growling guitar
"Rusty" leaning by your
Guitar for a change
CHange turning
To your soul
With the grunge
Of Nirvana
ANyone who read this I appreciate
My followers
Greatly
#Good
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#Poetry

Stopped speechless
By the haiku of
17 syllables sagaciously
Made for someone of your eloquent behavior

Twice we ignored
This charming pink house
Where we carried out experiments
In and out came the visitors

Slowly cob webs formed inside the rooms
As gossamer threads
Cloaking over the windows as a tippet does
In and out came the visitors

The charm was gone
Pink turned to red
Little did we know, the house would not be welcome
In and out came the prisoners

In the shade of apple trees
Lived a hermit of the east
Under starlight and beaten breeze
Flights of flowers lay underneath

The birds overhead nurture
Can you feel the unyielding nature
As we conspire under the covers
No light enters our intermingled love

Throwing light on the transparent waters
Going down south around the iridescent mouth
Here we slide, down we go!
Our first love, then you escape my touch

Lest the children cry
These restless eagles will circle death's decomposed hide
You can run, but, no one can save you from life's pleasure
Neither Aphrodite nor the god of poetry

If a phantom ushers in the wind
As the gust of torment tingles your body
The people will keep living
And we will still be friends

All in a pile of ash
We all seem like elemental poets
Except we are mortal
This is all you the time in an hourglass of sand

As the horizon fades
Like a highway on lonely valley
So do I
Behind the loveless sun

They say war thins
A population
What about disease
Does it educate one?

The river runs deep and the flow runs like shallow streams
Joyous and searching for something like art searches for people
We come across such rivers and prefer crossing such streams
We cross into another forest that opens into open-ended inlets
Hidden fountain and the feelings are jocular and looking at the birds
Is lightly flying with the imagination, and focus on your eternal search
Bundling and huddling the campfire, now it's time to look at eagles
To sing and soar high above them, and escape the dirges of a journey
Reading books and music, and doors and closing boorish rapscallions with hitchhiking sticks
Pointing at the eagle in the sky, the inchoate still look to easier things
That's why the past hurts because it reminds me of such lost travelers
Lush green, boreal, call it tiagus, in the rising sunlight, the ice thickens and thaws

Keeps me
Reviled
Vicious cycle
Of Understanding
Of which I lack

In a world barred by
Lack of friendship and power of poetry
I ask myself, is this all just make-believe
How are we not smitten by each other?
Instead, we are discriminating each other
Detention centers made for people without power
Is this all just sheer bad luck for a passersby
I ask myself, is this all just make-believe
Pressed against the ***** clothes
Is a face, I'll never see it and it will never find a voice
In a world barred by
Lack of friendship and power of humanity
Our existence is befallen by its own arrogance
I ask myself, is this all just make-believe

No, there is too much agony

I try to write poetry
While balancing my life's responsibilities
You are the perfect balance of the two
My child
My love

Her fighting fear and rumbling rage youthfully flickers
She doesn't know, how the chess pieces lie parallel to the cars
Kindred heart, I do keep some appointed time with myself to learn
Passing the queen in numbers, prudently teaching me about vitriolic teaching

Loathing is strong on this avuncular admirer
A student of knowledge that should've recused her lying papers
Caressing herself in the most apologetic ways and climactic jealousy
I couldn't help forgive her for foraging a game without an aphrodisiac

The thought of mollycoddling makes my charm turn into an effeminate curriculum
You crashed class and charmed your way into our crash course in astronomy
Incendiary was the love at first sight, that story's burnt to putrid parchment now
Drapes, verdant, croquet in the halls of the star-crossed sensual words
"Push it in, slowly."~drew blanks

I lost a gully boy
To a guitar girl
Who fell for a lost lover
Set out to rule the world
On a voyage, with others
Forever

Each night is another adventure
An unapologetic adventure
I still stare at the others
They seem so real
Just like every fairy, ****, queen
All of them have stories
My bed is lifeless like my wheels of fire
A car roamed the streets..
I don't even drive these days
I just wipe the cumulus clouds
Forever and ever
Till next day becomes a dream
I spend late nights with you
I have met a genius..
Who counts the nights and stars
And even the nights are better now
Reality climbs into every night

If you could
Rid the world of greed
Would you make riches
Of the new world
If you could walk free
Rid the world of chains
Would you put people in chains
In the new world
If you could bring homes
Rid the country of homeless
Would you put people behind bars
In the old order
We are trying to break free
From the confines of words
Because we are poets
And if we have words
We wouldn't steal them
Because we are writers
Not politicians

Been jimmied by some
The entertainment of the criminals is
In the thrill of the steal, and that is being lonesome
Disillusioned, I'm highly strung by the wrong-doings
In the name of the trust, I accept everyone as my equals
I hope to write a letter that purges me of guilt
With that, I find that case in study is a reflection of the past.

These kids are too dreamy
These yards are too noisy
If this is the way
To get urban knowledge
I've crossed the line of indifference

The fires of the sun
Bright, leaving a hazy silhouette
And the morning is too lazy, to just do it
Goals keep my life intact
Now, I'm stuck in the periphery
Do you know?
Life was once lopsided
Good that grudges don't budge

So I'll cross
And make my mark
When it's too one-sided
And others say better to get side-stepped

Don't, let them step over you
Don't, let cold slumbers fill your eyes

I always liked to dance
When no one watched
It isn't easy to take back those moments

So, I'll walk the line
And take back those days
In a single second
Of consciousness