My Mundane !!!

It is like a dream

Like it is raining in abstract present

Inside a golden glass in which

I'm lost with my red and blues...

Is it only the fact that is so damn fragile?

But I donno...

And neither do I give a damn...

And I am better in those red or whatever...

And slowly I slip into my mundane...

May be because I lack the vision,

Or may be the vigor or intensity to get through...

Oh! I lack a hell lot of things...

So please close the curtain...

And talk about beautiful things?

Ask your dad...he will be wiser!

And I choose to sleepwalk through my mundane!!!

Like I'v Always Dreamt...

How do u win?

And how do you loose?

Who sets up the yardstick?

And yet you win, yet you loose...
Yet we hide our face behind curtains,
Yet we dance like the world beneath our feet...

And I loose my sleep every night for years,
And some days I sleep like I haven't for years...
How do these days come and go by?
We never know and people say they grow up...

But I can't find the door I'm looking for,
Someday I will get it surely,
It will creek and screech like it was there for ages
And on the other side in the gentle breeze,
I will throw back all the stars back into the sea,
Like they actually belong to it...
And hopefully it will rain like I  always dream...