Creepers like flowing hair of the bridge
Now plucked off of the edge
And it looks humiliating and naked-
Precious moments of my life are subtracted.
Been going to lonely random useless walks
But somehow I just can't race the clocks;
Bending my life to favourite song lyrics
Because now I can't entertain myself with any more tricks
The truth is shamelessly naked in my eye
And there's no one to blame but I;
But atleast there's some amusement
When I meet people's puzzlement
Or when I see the magic tree
Or the crazy thoughts running free
Or the rain crashing against my skin
Or when I think of some dead mummy in a coffin!
But I know my sleep is seasonal
And as long as I live here my peace is minimal
But its just the time
In fairytales its always fine.