The days, just going past
Everyday time races fast
All brush me off from sides
Within my own fear, I hide
Each step seems weaker
For I am a time seeker
As I try to reach the flowing lights
My vision blurs and I lose my sight
I recover slowly to stable my vision
My mind is locked as it resides in its prison
All I see is the nocturnals creatures in prey
The colors of nature has turned to grey
I rub my eyes to get back the color spectrum
In vain, my ears beat the deafing sounds of drum
My heart is alive, beating
But my brain and vision is cheating
My frame is almost afall apart structure
Breath! Breath! till I capture
The flowing lights
Which I seem to chase on every nights
No! I am not insane
But I also don't feel sane
I am a victim of social wrath
All torn and weak, almost walking to my death...


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