at the very edge of your conscience
is a line
a line that separates you
from the beast within you
a line that once crossed
leads you back to the jungle
from where you once came
a line that signifies the threshold
of all that society needs you to do
for it to maintain its collective sanity
at the cost of your identity
That, is the price you pay
to want to belong to society.

The future, my friend, is in the past.

In that past you left behind.

In one of the narrow lanes you did not take;

Or forgot to ask about.

In the euphoria of a million neon signs

That jostled for their right to hoodwink your senses

Yes, that’s where the future must be.

For, this cannot be the future.

This future is darker than dark itself

Murkier than the depths of hell

Gloomier than the cold dark and wet sky

You will never see while dying of thirst In an arid desert.

Yes, my friend, this is not the future.

This is your present.

Your here and now.

Your future as built by your choices in the past,

Where you had a chance to build a better future.

The future is yet to come.

And when it does, it will be built upon the present

You have in your hands today.

And what shall you make of it then?

I’ve been treading these dusty paths a loner
Never thought about the how, the where, the why
It’s been a while since I been standing at the mirror
It’s never easy to look back.

Who was it that set the ball a rolling?
Who was it that stood guard at my head?
Who was the hand that stayed the reaper ?
Whose voice that sent the beast back?

It’s been a while since I been standing at the mirror
It’s never easy to look back.
Wasn’t me that walked those paths alone there
Wasn’t me that made this journey back.
Who was it that set the ball a rolling?
Who was it that stood guard at my head?
Who was the hand that stayed the reaper ?
Whose voice that sent the beast back?

And so I thank you for the people, the angels, and the fairies.
The souls that watched over my head
And all the saviours who brought me back.
And I thank you lord for holding onto me when I lost faith
And loving me when I was fit to hate.

I put myself in your hands now
Never realized I was always in your care
And I thank you for everything I have been given
It’s more than I had ever dreamt to have
And so I thank you for all the people, the angels, and the fairies.
The souls that watched over my head
And all the saviours who brought me back.
And I thank you lord for holding onto me when I lost faith
And loving me when I was fit to hate.
And I thank you lord for holding onto me when I lost faith
And loving me when I was fit to hate.

My feet hurt
My head aches
My eyes burn
My body pains
My shoulders beg
My soul cries
But the day doesn’t end
It’s been years now.

There’s no day,
There’s no night.
There’s no work,
There’s no life.

It’s all one.
It’s all the same.
It’s all one long lonely haze.

There’s no day,
There’s no night.
There’s no day.
There’s no night.
There’s no day… there’s no night.

I heard there was another bomb today
Another womb sullied,
Another soul lost.

I heard they blew up my old hotel
Many people died,
Many people hurt.

I heard people say I’m bleeding
Too many attacks,
Too much fatigue.

I heard they might come back again.
No fear, there’s enough food,
Enough water.

I heard there was another bomb today.
I heard there was another bomb today.
 

I am not really here
I am
But not really

Grey winds cast a shadow
On the valleys of sanity
Leaving me a little south.
Medusa has let her serpents out.

Oh how they dance with glee
On the head of humanity
And Medusa, she rejoices
As her offspring feed

Those children crying are me
Those mothers dying are me
Those lands lying ravaged are me

My rainbow is black and white
My nightmares are technicolor
My God lies languishing at the altar of Medusa

This life seems different
Not like someone else’s
But not mine either

I am not really here
I am
But not really

Shattered, jagged edges of glass
Strewn across a blank canvas
Every place the edges touch
A streak of blood trickles down
Painting a new broken dream

A mountain here, a valley there
This living brush etches deep
On every bit of white space
A new canvas springs up
To be smothered by a scream

When this art is almost ready
A happy thought bravely cowers
Naked on this bloody land
Very lonely white in a sea of red
A fresh theme for a broken dream

Fly away my firefly, fly away from me
I will singe that wing
You touch me with
I will blind that light you be
Your passionate kiss makes me sing
Songs I don’t have, to sing
Your tender gaze fills me with
A hope so hopeless to dream
I smile when I see you come
Then memories cut in
I see a sight so lonesome tonight
Am even afraid to blink
Fly away my firefly, fly away from me
I shall kiss you a kiss
Of eternal bliss
So you may just fly free