raised fists believing in change
the dawn of a new world order
beaten up and chained
bars till older
the obliterating catastrophe is the journey to find peace
the final conquering is the quest to tame the mind
those dancing to a song others can’t hear are insane
when thought of like this, lovers and insane are same
gulping down a sweet smelling potion, that gives them a high & pain.
i tasted the rain mixed with tears
and yearned for my childhood years
remembering those faces that stayed at home
long lost; off to find new sunsets; gone.
where are the toy soldiers that don’t bleed
that fall from heights and don’t shatter
i forget the age i am in, i fight to be a different breed
that stays quiet & strong; the silent gary cooper type.
that speaks no truth & tells no lies
that works hard, loves fully, stays up late at night
but reminisces the lost childhood that each night dies
each one i loved was because some part of them reminded me of my childhood
and i get married when i have completely forgotten my childhood
when my needs & wants are gone, and i don’t enjoy songs
maybe then, maybe, then i will go on.
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till then, i make mistakes; i live for the chase
i don’t act my age; i fly & rage
i punch my cage.
i resist. i run. i ride; keep guns.
i chase the myth, the myth i believed
when i was a child, and saw myself in that dream.
the king of the world, all at my feet.
higher than all, no signs of defeat
the stamina of a horse, no fatigue.
a man without feelings; just honor, money & an inexorable belief.
मंच 