There are days when
I dont want to get up
I just want to yawn and sleep,
I dont want to fight
just want to lay and weep.
there are days
when I want
my word should not reach the world.
my voice is lost
somewhere within me.
the echoes are trapped inside me.
there are days
when I dont want to take on world
dont want to get heard.
keeping both palms over the years.
I listen to my echoes and tears.
There are days
when I am afraid to dream
I fear the crowd.
I cry out loud
I sit on the debris of shattered dreams
I am afraid to believe or trust.
sitting in the room,helplessly
heads down on knees.
the moment tends to freeze.
there are days I am not revolutionary
but timid and ordinary
stuck and afraid
I move away from light to shade
I disappear.
I dissolve.
in my melody melancholy.
I dont want to get up
I just want to yawn and sleep,
I dont want to fight
just want to lay and weep.
there are days
when I want
my word should not reach the world.
my voice is lost
somewhere within me.
the echoes are trapped inside me.
there are days
when I dont want to take on world
dont want to get heard.
keeping both palms over the years.
I listen to my echoes and tears.
There are days
when I am afraid to dream
I fear the crowd.
I cry out loud
I sit on the debris of shattered dreams
I am afraid to believe or trust.
sitting in the room,helplessly
heads down on knees.
the moment tends to freeze.
there are days I am not revolutionary
but timid and ordinary
stuck and afraid
I move away from light to shade
I disappear.
I dissolve.
in my melody melancholy.
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