Recently I was hit on head
all was well, until the moment it felt
my reaction slowed down
and my pace had left

official notes started to dance
rumba, salsa by chance

boring presentations suddenly turned funny
my cute little boss looked like a bunny

He was shouting at the top of his voice
but I was no more alive
roaming in the jungle
I was fighting for my life

what am I craving
seems a big question to me
love is there, so thats not the plea
may be quitting job one day
and running free

no one can judge
with what they see

practical and sober
can be wild to this degree

so I silently
take on this writing spree

Manisha