Engrossed by cavernous thoughts
Figuring out what can be done with these lots.
Things do not make any sense,
I wonder – what is the essence?
Irked by all devouring fire,
I ask - why not cede and pursue such desire?
Found a source of delight in talking less,
Yet not a one notices.
Almost all has become a stranger,
And their voices – they don’t linger!
Captured by their deep eyes,
And their ceaseless lies.
Stabbed by these monsters,
Handing down only blisters.
To boohoo has become a black habit,
And behaving like a freak.
Somebody said, “All these are for your own good,
Hope you’ll realize this, dude.”
I talked back, “I know, I will soon leave this abyss,
Because I hold on to God’s promises.”
Figuring out what can be done with these lots.
Things do not make any sense,
I wonder – what is the essence?
Irked by all devouring fire,
I ask - why not cede and pursue such desire?
Found a source of delight in talking less,
Yet not a one notices.
Almost all has become a stranger,
And their voices – they don’t linger!
Captured by their deep eyes,
And their ceaseless lies.
Stabbed by these monsters,
Handing down only blisters.
To boohoo has become a black habit,
And behaving like a freak.
Somebody said, “All these are for your own good,
Hope you’ll realize this, dude.”
I talked back, “I know, I will soon leave this abyss,
Because I hold on to God’s promises.”
