I found a kinda something
That something wasn’t good
I’ve come a bit too far
Then I probably should
That something was my lonely self
Aloof, anarchical and unconfident
And the emptiness in my life
That’s rendered me incompetent
I hear strange voices
Shouting and screaming aloud
Asking me why didn’t I make it?
Even though I won the bout
Why can’t I find a solace?
By watching people lose
They at-least know their skills
And put them to use
Why do I envy them fliers?
When I can’t even fly
When I don’t know what to do
What the hell should I try?
I am an enigma to myself
Leave alone the others
May be this is the final ride
May be they’ll drop those shutters
Though, I can’t live no more
But, I am too scared to die
Can’t I change the writing on the wall?
Or can’t I at-least try?
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