One moment I feel I am the king
And the next I feel like questioning my Existence
Each day feels like a burden
I wish to break free but can't find a channel
Every house I visit is litten up with their dreams
Not sure why only mine is, a clouded minefield
So much I want to talk or
Make them understand
Cannot find any ear to listen or
A shoulder to cry
That feeling of being alone in the crowd
Seems to be turning into reality
Cannot create anymore façade
For the ground below seems to be shaking
Feels like running away from all this mess
As a way out is still not visible
Though I don't wish to
But end up pouring my troubles
In someone else's vessel
I hope I do find a way
Before I loose touch with self
Until then, I have to be silent
As for sure I do not wish to add
Anything more in the bargain
-SR.
