pitch dark night pitch darker day
sleep is the only inevitable way
how much long can u go
there are not the longitudes which are to cover
how far can you get
there is no escape, no escape from the space within
even if you sweat, even if you get wet
it is far stretched, infinite, making me so small equally far important
a fact which is stretching me either way,
a fact which is tearing me apart
a cry to hold me up together is a worthless desperate try
my efforts to cheer me up are laughable
swaying up and down, all directions, making me feel dizzy
i sometimes give a hard thought..have i completely gone crazy?
i’ll be dragged to infinity in this roller coaster
giving me neither thrill nor exciting joy, only excruciating pain
still it will remain a small dot in the vastness of my inside world
there is not a single drop of liveliness there except me
a drop which can see itself, a drop which can feel for itself
a drop which can feel lonely high and dry
drop is there..it is there doing its nonsense
unfortunately stuck and destined to sway
i don’t know..i don’t know if there is any other way
if it will see the light of day..
but until then, it will always remain,
pitch dark night pitch darker day
