what transcends and what aspires,
of hopes, inhibitions, dreams and desires.
music has but failed in its course,
playing a sodomy, a vernacular intercourse.
disturbed thoughts, distorted dreams,
alive and kicking, a distant discourse.
what inspires and what deviates,
stuck on a crossroads, the mind fluctuates.
one cannot run, one cannot hide,
customary silences, a blessing in disguise.
what is love and what is life,
do we get the returns for the investment we desire?
carnal pleasures seem a thing of past,
someone to talk to, a protagonist’s desire.
jaded self, a weary mind,
where does he turn to, the clock is way past time.
But for me, the last two lines sound better with an addition:
“jaded self, a weary mind,
where does he turn to, the clock is way past “his” time.”
i wanted to imply it both ways. one time is the time which he won’t get. the other, society has no time for a self like him.
but ‘his’ time could have worked here, agree!
Katrina Robbins said:
Thiis was lovely to read