The puddles of water, lead to a
random thought,
About the filth this city has introduced
me to.
My conscience keeps wiping my mind clean,
My soul is tired, always seeking avenues new.
My conscience keeps wiping my mind clean,
My soul is tired, always seeking avenues new.
What have I wanted from life, really?
A plain, simple and stainless existence.
I am a well learned man,
Do not expose me to pretence.
The short story of my short life,
I will someday share.
With people who don't give a damn,
But read them as if they care.
The story would be real but not new,
The world has since ages known the same.
A man is perhaps born immoral,
A plain, simple and stainless existence.
I am a well learned man,
Do not expose me to pretence.
The short story of my short life,
I will someday share.
With people who don't give a damn,
But read them as if they care.
The story would be real but not new,
The world has since ages known the same.
A man is perhaps born immoral,
But frailty never had another name.
