It's the same old game,
Running around in circles,
Streaks of madness creeping in.
My head is in the clouds,
A luxurious niche among the shadows.
A luxurious niche among the shadows.
Circling,
Higher and higher up dizzying heights.
Higher and higher up dizzying heights.
Desperate tears looming,
A melancholic sigh escapes the lips,
Exhausted pleas lost in the mist
Exhausted pleas lost in the mist
From running around in circles,
Yet still rooted in the same place.
((( asheil.march 30.2013.saturday.1409hrs.)))
'My current state of mind' since years. :D
ReplyDeleteThe last stanza is so beautiful.
@Vaishali: sach sis... ikdum! we're like a spinning top not really going anywhere. :D
DeleteNo wonder, my head spins all the freakin' time. :D :P
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