You know,
We all talk about how we lose something in life.
How we feel 'depressed' suddenly,
How we talk in certain ways,
How we portray ourselves in society,
How we're having one of those 'days'
But it is just a faze.

We will go through it,
We will have to face it,
And we will choose whether to chase it,
Or pace it

trudging through mud waist-deep
these lungs are billows of smog and
these hands are brittle claws
world-breaker, I am fate unseen
through the clearest of lenses,
and the most acute of baubles
simple phrases caught in raw
and searing throats
with these ideas, my brain molds
an even more bothersome equation

They said no pulse
could match the pace of mine
but our two souls
beat in time

Life can get stuck
     in a downward spiral;
          into Death’s
               inevitable black hole.

Fly away
     little butterflies.
         Hurry
              out of your cocoons.

Race
     but pace yourself
          from the inevitable
              and monotonous pull.

What has become of us
Amidst the hustle and bustle of city life
When did evolution condone us to regress into a state
Of uncalculated caucus
As we meander our way through the rapids of life

Rapid
Is hardly a best-fit descriptor
For we are past the point of speed
We mill around like headless horses
Buzzing bees
Stinging roaches
Fallen leaves
Roaring lions
Try to lead
But fail
Like cottons fighting breeze

Is this all we are?
Is this what we were made for?
To quickly climb the climb
And await the graceless fall
Parachutes prepared for praise
But our pride prevents and prevails

Till the day I climb the ladder
Shall I not attempt to see
What the view at the top might be like
I fear it enthralls me
But then reality strikes like a maddening blaze
And suddenly I see
That I'm well on my way up the hill
As I swing from bridge to bridge

Is this the way to live?
Uncautious steps with kleptomaniac ease
As we take what we desire
From our capitalistic divider
Though we hate to be the same
Not at all do we differ
Are we not all blinded mice
With a tetra-human vice
Spiders apt at spinning lies
Banking life on Friday highs

All around me boring beasts
Lost to whims, to say the least
What I fear most is the day
I give in and join the race
Is the day I eat my heart out
Just to enjoy the highest gaze

Till then here trapped in the zoo
Enclosure encasing truth

Finding fault with every human till the day I conform too

When you feel like there's no tomorrow,
You need to forget about all your sorrow.
You need to see the light,
Throughout your day and night.

For it is you who makes that decision,
But only on one condition.
If you truly want to go,
And feel like the world is a big no-no.

Tell me that you hated all the time we spent together,
That it was all a never.

Tell me.
You see,

You put me in the right,
When there's wasn't even a light.
You said that I need you,
And that you knew.

About the struggles I had to face,
And that I began to think life was race.
A race for who could finish it first,
Without the feeling of being the worst.

But you told me that it wasn't a race,
And that you had to **go at your own pace.