indefatigable fools fighting currents Acting all different just to stand out Arguing with reality frightened by normality Majority ain't got time for this purposeless rebellion. Tryin to impress with a dead dude's philosophy but got no original thoughts. Taking big like some prodigy What a sad parody Nothing but mindless beans looking for a way outa responsability Social rejection Drug addiction blaming side affects of anxiety and depression Left behind bruised and beaten People shout, "just shut up Sit back in your sadle You ain't surviving this battle; Life It hands out punches just roll with it go with the flow No need to stay low, tho Let 'em know who's the real you" But incorrigible fools ignoring advise Not worth ego sacrifice they see no alternative but a prideful stride to suicide
Sometimes at highs sometimes at lows, Striking hard yet the life flows,
Never plan forever the life moves in the loops, Atop in love followed by droops.
Come out of the life humdrum, Let the spirit resonate with the drum.
Facing each other clap and stoop, A gentle hop move in the hoop.
Come dressed up making one hoop, Let the music play dance with your troupe.
Garba is an indian regional dance performed in group. At times with partner. Its performed in circles moving anticlockwise. Involves clapping and bending. It's nine days festival season here. Garba is done to offer prayers to deity Devi Durgaji. She is worshipped as the deity of power strength purity forgiveness peace love compassion ... the supreme mother. Dancers wear special attires and jewellery. I love dancing. I tried to establish anology with the life.
They will not know when im gone, if they call or text and I dont reply they would simply think im busy, not dead. "No, he would never do that, he is such a happy man." No im not! I am not happy, I am capable to inflict such horror upon myself. They would drop to there knees and gasp as they saw my body. Maybe I didnt do it myself, maybe others did it to me. But the impact is all the same. Why does it take a death or a loss to awaken ones eyes. To truly see the beauty of ones soul, as it passes gentle and free through the room and out to the unknown. As judgmental eyes gaze upon the dead, speaking only of a waste of life this is, gone too soon, (tear after tear shed) BLAH BLAH BLAH! Enough! If you had any common sense you would know to cherish the life that stands before you. yes, iv made mistakes along the way but never anything like that! To cheat on you? With filth like that? Its a crime just to mutter the words! How dare you. But. Nevertheless, what is done is done, if I go mad in the few short weeks, they would never know. Would you be at the crime scene? Or the funeral?
Leaving marks Wherever the hand is Filth going with every stroke Everyone blames the root for the evil No matter, the tree does the evil Foul fingers deep in fault I digress, I cower And my mouth saves by spouting lies
Call me the forerunner of silent sinning Proud heart, detestably weak mind All I am able is point fingers To those who did me no wrong And sit in the corner, unprotesting Which immensely shadows me From a fainthearted dark