Its time to write something new.
Its time for me to move on.
Step up
Clear the rest.
Its time for me to
Make my world come to me.
I wait for a second
To think of what I did.
Never did I think of wrong or right.
All I thought was what others want.
All I thought was what I want.
Under the covers of this bright mind,
Lies the sly me,
Sometimes unable to do what I think.
Sometimes I just run through old books,
Old drawers.
Always in a search of a new.
Always finding something,
Thats always been hidden.
I get desperate
When I can't.
The people I've been with,
The people I know,
The old faces flash by,
Leaving behind the horrible thoughts.
I feel like shooting these thoughts out,
Before they actually **** me.
The restlessness of achieving something happy,
Just keeps growing in me day by day.
I live on a few other lives,
But sometimes I can't get enough,
Sometimes I just feel I had more lives
Attached to mine.
The truth bites me hard.
But its something I just can't change,
Its something that has been planned for me.
Its like a crossword.
Each word crosses the other,
Uses the other,
To become something meaningful.
But always takes the credit,
Without a single word of appreciation.
Thats how the world has become today.
Careless, insensitive, hard and emotionless;
Those like me are hard to survive long.
If I will I won't be the same person.
I see that I'm losing myself now,
The flesh just tears off my body.
Is it just a thought?
Or a reality I don't want to face?
Are these the words of the wise?
Or am I imagining them?
I feel like running away!
But thats not what I want to do....
I want to change things,
Make them work the way I want,
Make some suffer and some happy.
Trying to wake up to things
Before its too late.
May 13, 2011
May 13, 2011 at 8:58 PM UTC
Its time to write something new.
Its time for me to move on.
Step up
Clear the rest.
Its time for me to
Make my world come to me.
I wait for a second
To think of what I did.
Never did I think of wrong or right.
All I thought was what others want.
All I thought was what I want.
Under the covers of this bright mind,
Lies the sly me,
Sometimes unable to do what I think.
Sometimes I just run through old books,
Old drawers.
Always in a search of a new.
Always finding something,
Thats always been hidden.
I get desperate
When I can't.
The people I've been with,
The people I know,
The old faces flash by,
Leaving behind the horrible thoughts.
I feel like shooting these thoughts out,
Before they actually **** me.
The restlessness of achieving something happy,
Just keeps growing in me day by day.
I live on a few other lives,
But sometimes I can't get enough,
Sometimes I just feel I had more lives
Attached to mine.
The truth bites me hard.
But its something I just can't change,
Its something that has been planned for me.
Its like a crossword.
Each word crosses the other,
Uses the other,
To become something meaningful.
But always takes the credit,
Without a single word of appreciation.
Thats how the world has become today.
Careless, insensitive, hard and emotionless;
Those like me are hard to survive long.
If I will I won't be the same person.
I see that I'm losing myself now,
The flesh just tears off my body.
Is it just a thought?
Or a reality I don't want to face?
Are these the words of the wise?
Or am I imagining them?
I feel like running away!
But thats not what I want to do....
I want to change things,
Make them work the way I want,
Make some suffer and some happy.
Trying to wake up to things
Before its too late.
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