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!!!