WRESTLE
WRESTLE
My pseudo reality
Always leading me towards fatality
What is it that I've been missing
Which devil have I been kissing
An affair, that made me stare
Wound, bound then drowned
Living life in restraint
Casting atrocity on my curiosity
Chopping off any velocity
So debilitating, I'm hating
My self-taught rating
But, still, I wrestle
With the question - Am I special?
"WHO AM I" I scream in anger!!!
Shouting at myself, the stranger
Truth was twisted at a young age
Keeping me from the stage
Seeding doubt, un-won bout
Living impotent - not stout
But a flicker I seize
Woke up by a gentle breeze
I notice my soul yearning
My heart burning
Now, instead, yank the cable
Throw myself onto the table
Pull out the scalpel and make the incision
Into my heart, it's time to release the vision
But, hand trembles in fear
So many questions, how will I stear?
Not wanting to Know
Denying that I know
Pleading to forget
Remember Nothing!!!
Forget It All!!
You'll fall
you'll fall
you'll Fall...
Knowing that I have what it takes
But fearing the stakes
I get caught up in this demonic affair
Scared, I stall and stop any care
"Who Am I", are you so rare?
Not many live out their hearts dare
The voice lingers
Pointing its fingers
Who are you to push through?
Not many do.
Why are you so special?
You won't win this wrestle
My message you've come to love
Apathy, I gift to you from above
So lay down in its familiar bed, and feel free
Here, you don't have to be
You can let out all the steam
Towards the desire of any dream
It's too painful to try
You're not the right guy
Make comfort your queen
Let fear be your King!!!
Return to what you know
Don't open that door - don't go!
First get your questions answered
You have to know, You have to know!!
Without a guarantee
You won't be able to act and plan accordingly
If you get into the game
Others will see - they'll think you're lame!
So, wrap yourself with this blanket of denial
After-all, it is your style...
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