Take it with the stride

I have a feeling that things are not right today
And probably it has been for a while
Is my hand tied to set correct the tick or am I too lazy
Feels like I am in a dream being architect by someone I know
I am aware of the fall and the trap but I am living in pretention
There is an awry of disgust and a lump in my throat
Each beat of heart sends a chilling effect down my spine
The ringing bell, it is the alarm ahead of a lullaby
The eyes though stay open and see a friend depart
Slowly as the figure disappear and I close my eyes
I realize the sedate I have been into
The passing time will hold us afloat and help create the portrait
I will glance it occasionally and realize effectively
I have taken it with the stride

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