It is one in the morning
I am nervous. I do not know why I am nervous
Boyz II Men is playing
I am alone in a sea of people
bobbing up and down the waves
Clinging to twigs
I am drowning in a sea of men
Men having the best times of their lives
I am nervous
And I do not know why.
Something is grinding my intestines
A diabolic being is guiding my thoughts
My conscience is blurry
Like a king's impending death
I am no prince
There was never a kingdom
The 'Hustler's' chopper raises dust
Amid chants from the poor and the downtrodden
The poor who wants the hustler's crumbs
Crumbs for a bread - a stole bread
For the hustler has never owned a bakery
It is well, if it will be well
For nothing surmounts the will of man
Nothing - not even death
is a barrier to a hopeful man
It is well - even if for a second
Even when the pains resist medication
It is well
Listen, it was all my fault
Nowadays I do a good job at
making mistakes
Nobody makes mistake, repeatedly,
like I do
Listen, there is no joy in making mistakes
There is no joy in being insane
Listen, making mistakes is sometimes fun
You just subtract common sense
And have yourself uninterrupted moments of bliss
Even when it involves serpents
Ever waiting to sink its fangs on you
It's still fun
Because it does not involve your brain
Listen,
I do not promise you I'll change
Change is for people hoping to make
this miserable earth a wonderland
Change is for people unattached to hope
For I have learnt, in my wanders,
That hope is a dangerous thing -
it can kill a man
Listen,
There is nothing to live for
Listen,
Beauty has lost all its gleam
Washed away by flowing pains
Some real, some I imagine them
Some have coursed through my veins for eons
Reluctant, to devour me in one swift bite
Listen,
I cared - there are moments I still think I do
I care because I am still alive
I care because I still effortlessly breath
I wasn't born doing this but I am so good at it
It saddens a bit,
But then a little is all enough
To make the world seem daunting
To make the next day distant and aloof
Because the next day just is not worthy of hope
At least at the present
The threats are there, hanging like a noose
Ready to snap a neck upon the slightest nudging
And with that thought,
The world sucks a little more
Except one person, everyone else was born ready
The heaps of worries are mere mole hills
Yet his seems mountains
To scale empties his soul of the single shred of hope
But then tomorrow shall come
And if alive, he shall still be have last year’s worries
It saddens a little more,
The thought that he may not be alive tomorrow
It saddens,
Because he won’t cry for his own self
But then, even when everything is coated
With a thick layer of hopelessness
Life’s still beautiful
It is. For everything goes on
With or without him. Is he willing to miss out?
Dear world, arise from your deep slumber
The entire galaxy laughs at us
The melting glaciers and the rising sea level
Arise and heed the warning
Look at the price of industrialization
Few get rich while all suffer consequences
Of the emissions and the effluents
Steadily choking our existence
The ever erratic weather patterns
Stick like cancerous tentacles
Gripping our senses ever more tightly
As people die of starvation
Arise humans, and tend to your planet
We’ve conquered it, and conquered ourselves
For it becomes inhabitable
We’ll go the way of the dinosaurs
