Stomp a stomp

On a dusty night

In a slimy room

Of a mind that knows

nothing new

I go on and on

To the walls I speak

of glorious days

In the bed I think

of yesterday

And I go on and on

Half true, half sad

More of a random yap

Listen to me

for in the maze

there might be a mighty muse

In the confusion

there is some brightness

I know, I know

How I go on and on

I push myself

I drag you too

for you are a fool

you are nothing but a fool

Shringi

09 June 2011