With a messed up mind and screwed up life
I attempt to find, the thing that ends my strife
The reason, why I should live
For what and whom I must be
Why take and what to give
Why these queries come, just to me
Found me in a whirlpool
Where in every swirl, there's self-empathy
Figuring out the end of this whirlpool
None and nothing shows any sympathy
But got to know a thing again and again
That most things done in life just go vain
And the inevitable death relieves all pain
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