Waking up to a lifeless night, Wandering about in the dark, Finds himself at unexplored height, Unaware of his inner spark It's just the weight of the world, He's carried along for far too long, Won't give up without a fight, Brought up that way all along Making his way through the lies, Weaving through the dense copse, Searching more than meets the eye, Oblivious to the clouded synapse, As frustration starts to creep in, None of the paths seem idoneous, He hides himself under the sinful skin, Burying himself into eternal loneliness
By Ken Ahuja