Epitaph

Are we dying by the suffocating grip of fascination?

Is infatuation a crime punishable by breaking the heart of one self?

Are you tired of this proverbial mundane ordinary routine of living a life worthy of dying?

Is falling for someone an unconscious reaction to being alone?

Where is the wiser when answers are no where to be found?

What will become of us if we keep on wondering?

When is this quest for explanation is going to end?

subtlety and not aristocracy

a shinning light in the face of mediocrity

break me free of this complacency

I don't want to be just another face in the crowd

Don't want to lead another meaningless consumer driven life

I'm tired of breaking someone else's fall

I'm done with playing the role of a mole

a caffeine laden drink and cocaine lined utensils

tell me if I'm telling an untruth

It ends tonight when the darkness turn to light

I'm sorry but I cant give you what you're asking of me