Blessed are the people who think less
“The mystical complex”
Comes back to haunt me each time
How I wish I was someone else in some place else
When will the storms of my mind subside?
My tattered self now wishes to find shore
One dark stormy night after the other in vast oceans of the mind
I am cold, It is dark and wet
The self-inflicted waves rise up again and again
How I wish I could drop this burden that I carry
The Jesus is me now tired of carrying the cross
He wishes to take eternal rest
I wish I could make beautiful small talk with people
Get along with everyone
Have a lot of friends
Not see as much as I can see
Oh I envy those extroverts!
The life of a party
The pretty and good-bodied people
The ones that can express themselves so well
The story tellers, the conversationalists, the connoisseurs..
The musicians, the actors who get a release in their no mind state
What talent do I have?
Why do my words fall short each time..
Coming out my coarse and monotonous voice box
Blessed are the “normal” people
“The mystical complex”
Comes back to haunt me each time
How I wish I was someone else in some place else
As the world speeds ahead
My moral high ground can’t keep up with it
I’m such a sucker for the underdog
Better I stay quiet because my words eventually cause me self-harm
Wish I could be easy on other people
More so be easy on myself
Another day passed by
Why am I happy as the time comes nearer?
Most people are afraid of death!
The mystical complex
Comes back to haunt me each time
How I wish I was someone else in some place else
How can I feel such extreme emotions in such short spans?
The pendulum of thoughts pushing me over the edge of my mind
How many different people live inside me?
I surprise myself sometimes
Is there a way to control these moods?
Rebirth after rebirth without any death
What dark times do we live in?
It was never so bad
Or is it me? Maybe nothing has changed
First burst the bubble of Patriotism
Next the chick cracked open the shell of religion
Much to the annoyance of the Cock
The bubble of Race
The bubble of Cultural Supremacy
The bubble of Astrology
I was happier in the bubbles
It gave a sense of security and belonging
Now where should I go?
