Up until now, the years have just seemed to passed by me
The movement of time has sort of lulled me into thinking that I was moving
But that is as untrue as the fact that everything is going to be fine.
I choose to believe certain things
That make me naïve and others are given an opportunity to blink
But that is untrue as the silence of the scream.
Maybe one day I can say that everything was a dream
That I was not the one hoping a fantasy to be an existence
Bit that is as untrue as the realm of a positive future.
Ask me why such pessimism and I will tell you
Whatever you have learnt uptill this point
The ideals, the tolerance, the differentiating right from wrong
Are all a charade for you to believe that all are equal.
One by one the chips fall in place
People are not people but a card of their own race
No matter how much you want to simplify the stack
They always land up defending their own pack.
The mixing and matching was never the point
Then you realise pure blood and money is what is the joint
You give and you take and you make a life
Only to destroy what you thought was cast aside
Today, tomorrow will all be the same
Because all we ever do are live the norms that were created by insane.
Now insane are the normal, so they become sane
And me who wants simple things has become a game
Tossed and returned with loads of love and received with loads of pleasure
Where I come from or go is no one’s concern only to say that roots are gone.
Today I may be moving in time
But believe me I have no sense of it and
Those who think they do have in essence
Are in such a denial of their own being.