born to survive, is all I sing from morning till late hours

& I go to sleep.

I’m a soldier, so I say!

yet I yearn

I’m bruised & none sees

sees me in this deep pain,

deepest of them all, like Adam i fall in the trap of women

a woman that wears this beautiful disguise called love

she plays brilliant smiles like a soccer player

saying these games will never end

she"d be my goal keeper as long as I keep scoring

yet I’m no soccer player, but she got me,

got me lost in the love fields playing pumpkin pie

playing thumb wars

I should be racing cars as my hobby,

I should be writing as a career

Oh! heaven"s we are who we not chose to be in these hands of women

screen play just sit back enjoy the show

it is not what I had imagined,

life of a script one director Mrs Smith kind of a movie

my life in vein since that branch fell off, skies shaking, stars gone to hide behind the star’s since it’s cooler there, 

moon became smaller size of an eye

as I began to fade in this huge world of decisiveness,

world that scares me to death and I lock myself in the room!

the room turns its back against me,

wall’s start talking haunting me with memories as they know you

pillows contaminated with your dreams prevails in my smallest room, mind!

foot steps logging to meet up with you priest of lies in the Eden garden miss Eve