It is just a reflection of my perplexion
like an occult of past, hovering around
still having staunch belief of my redemption
and my mind starts arguing on weird ground
Mind, o mind evertime i try to tame u
ur behavoiur becomes bit uncanny
u ruin urself by ur own thoughts though
makes me feel that somewhere i had lost my identity
Identity,o identity searched u in d bottle of colours
everytime i took a dip, i got lost
exasperation surrendered found addition of new gloss
result took time leads to frustration as a cost
Time, o time why u are my biggest competitor
fighting with you never makes me feel better
because don't understand why i m alwayz a looser
still the rigor makes me smile irrespective of rigour
Mind, identity and time m exonerated by d Resurrection
because I m too tired to search in between d barb
i know somewhere beneath it lies my redemption
this only restrict me to end up this crap.
