Its all but whims,whims of sheer adamancy,
Its all but dreams,dreams of illicit fantasy!
While everything is silent,i freak out in lunacy,
Lets conjure up the magical idiosyncrasy!
I am wearing an afterlife glass,trying to vide beyond,
Beyond the obvious,beyond the spiel,as a vagabond,
For the pains,for the restlessness,
For something worth a diamond!
Every moment inflates into an hour,
Every change oh-so sweet turns sour,
Everything is so ephemeral as a flower,
Its not late when NOW becomes a souvenir.
A soul so unstable for everything so unforgettable,
Goofing off in pipe dreams,so very unpredictable,
I wanna fly away,and eschew the self so insatiable,
If only i knew what I want could I land in a cradle.
The after-now blues nurture me,leave me in afterglow,
Lost and marooned,dazed and confused,execrating the daily flow!
And mental decadence starts preying when everything turns slow,
Anyone explain me the depth of everything so hollow!
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