aimless
stressfull
dreadfull
he dreams
but wakes up to scream
like a conscious puppet
he dances
he knows
the end is near
feeds himself the fear
ait able to clear his mind
acts as he is blind
f*ck ,
when will he be found?
muting the sound
of guilt he has amplified inside
the heartfelt truth.. which he has ignored casually
like ignoring a nightmare...
cuts his own legs and blames
the destiny to tame his thoughts..
and he knows this too.....
waiting for the clot to turn red from blue
waiting for the rush of thoughts
coz he's ruled by thoughts
history is a blot
his story is a blot
trying to get he hasnt got
so he feels life acts as cruel...
momentary giving small gifts
just to keep the kid trapped in the drift
drift turns to storm,
and he cant stop it
storm turns to disaster
he cant stop it
because after all no matter he is conscious
the fact is "he is a puppet"..