here i am
on the roads
that time of the day
twilight
sky trying to bed the sun
farcical rain
working hard
trying to drench
a heart parched
shovel
strange people
keep walking by
the plethora of humanity
gets overwhelming
right up to the brim
just when a drop
makes up its mind
to get over the brim
shovel
among the nameless faces
one catches my eye
you look strangely serene
walking with elegant poise
the chains dragging behind
kohl lining up the cheeks
the dagger shines bright
shovel
my thoughts betray me
bring me to my knees
as i plead
shovel
shovel
shovel
i hear
people shoveling mud
as i rest in peace....
shovel shovel
behind the mask....
“The most important kind of freedom is to be what you really are. You trade in your reality for a role. ...You give up your ability to feel, and in exchange, put on a mask.” - The Lizard King
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1 comment:
though not exactly lyrical, still u did drill the point in. good!
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