It's only in our darkest hours
When we listen to our higher calling!!

When soul is replenished and mind is purged of all negativity and deprivity,

When the clouds of dilemma and delusion sheds away,
When long lost thoughts gets direction
And all of a sudden all the pain and sufferings make sense!!

I'll show !
And you tell !
And sometimes   I can't tell !
And when the showing is telling,
and the telling is showing,
I can't make hands nor tails of this
entire whole game !
Tell me what I show !
Show me what I tell !
The class applauds !
But then the class is silenced !
And in where in which, in each of there and this, does my lies amiss ?

And are we to subsist away from the realities of bliss
where every of note
is either just a hit or a miss ?
A miss that is a hit ?
A hit that is a miss ?
Then where do we resist ?

And then why does your gravity send me a kiss ?
Is it because my skin reeks of its
deprivity ?
Its lack from that plan to longevity ?
longing lastings of the lasting
longings ?
the fasting of the wrongings done to
the passing belongings ?