I sit here by the empty shore,
Sing along the tide for some more
For an adventure from this shipwreck
Though luck is stuck up my neck
Float! Float! please find the one who
Who shall read and share a thing or two

And yet forcing myself to think hard
How I could separate from isolation
Because I have used all the cards
In all the turns and rotations

I begin with death, no broken hearts or maybe the good moments
It goes on without any concentration
Maybe a task would come up,
Maybe hours of sorrow
something will just add up
The spaces of hollow

But it doesn't? Why is it all blank?
Why is the stare at nothing?
A thought of nothing should bother at all
But it still is...
It still creates a path to dream within a dream within a dream
And this continues to fall
I'd like to walk back to time when there is a door named recall
But there isn't

What if I am notified that I've got a mail waiting to be opened

What if I am told that my favourite show is waiting to be watched
Well, I mean If I am expected to mark a list to do that I could do right now
I would definitely find an excuse somehow
Just to ignore them and one by one I would have more excuses to create
More places to locate
More time to waste

Only then would I get past this awful taste
Taste of nothing and running, wrecking anything available to think

I said..

Look at the person who reads a strangers book
He wants to know the character but avoids recognition

You draw a weapon of your own legacy
To destroy your enemy
The brothers you celebrate with
are all dead
Did you think we could get away without any bloodshed?

We are here now, enjoying the aftermath
Ever wondered the causes of the wrath?
Succumb the effect of the vice
And war, war is not for the wise

This is a brothel
Where happiness is on sale
But you dont tell

I could just deny the spoken words
But how do I deny what I see
Look how far the sky has touched you
The scars seem perfect to me

The definition of beauty might be the reflection and the refraction and summation of the eyes and the brain
The connection is surely the attraction on the actions making me insane

The actions of the tone of your skin
The biting of the lips squeezing them thin
The vulnerable heart out in the open to win
It is broken and pinned

Having all of it but I shall pretend
That there are no curtains, no end
To this play, to this epic, to this volume, to this ballad

I wish the words beg to be arranged infinitely, just to be you
Sit around every corner of the curves and the brinks of your body
And still feel strange