Stuck in the moment, confused which of the paths to choose?
Unaware of the past ahead, what else is there to lose?
Strings once hoped to be closely held, are all out on the loose
Tomorrow turns into Yesterday, going along tightening the noose
What has become of this existence? is it still beautiful and fair?
Wandering along the endless mental lanes, finding no peaceful lair
This burden borne by the shoulders, a torture or is it a dare?
Wondering where it all went wrong, stranded in the middle of nowhere
Relationships built, hearts nurtured, fortresses of care strengthened
Blood, sweat and tears fueled all these efforts… will it all go for dead?
Demons of the past have clutched the weary soul, from moving ahead
Is there any valor or vigor left… after the wounds and the battles led?
Look around and find no allies; Trust seems to be getting overrated
Futures built in the past, away from which life gets totally deviated
Every step is filled with suspicion, unaware of the next trying to delude
What’s on the mind and heart, all remain mysteriously misconstrued
Seeing all the short-lived peace, the sense of the arriving storm rises
Fear starts to grip, thinking what lays ahead, the unwanted surprises
No turning back, face the wrath, Tips n Tricks aren’t in any text
One way or the other, got to move ahead, this crossroad to the next
Unaware of the past ahead, what else is there to lose?
Strings once hoped to be closely held, are all out on the loose
Tomorrow turns into Yesterday, going along tightening the noose
What has become of this existence? is it still beautiful and fair?
Wandering along the endless mental lanes, finding no peaceful lair
This burden borne by the shoulders, a torture or is it a dare?
Wondering where it all went wrong, stranded in the middle of nowhere
Relationships built, hearts nurtured, fortresses of care strengthened
Blood, sweat and tears fueled all these efforts… will it all go for dead?
Demons of the past have clutched the weary soul, from moving ahead
Is there any valor or vigor left… after the wounds and the battles led?
Look around and find no allies; Trust seems to be getting overrated
Futures built in the past, away from which life gets totally deviated
Every step is filled with suspicion, unaware of the next trying to delude
What’s on the mind and heart, all remain mysteriously misconstrued
Seeing all the short-lived peace, the sense of the arriving storm rises
Fear starts to grip, thinking what lays ahead, the unwanted surprises
No turning back, face the wrath, Tips n Tricks aren’t in any text
One way or the other, got to move ahead, this crossroad to the next
The Johny
10 July 2007
10 July 2007
