Wednesday, November 7, 2007

My Space


On a time machine vacuumed out of world
True lies have zonked my life, I ain’t high
Believe me you or not
Empty, it’s all me and my space
This ain’t soul searching Stuff!
Aloof, who I am? No Pride, No Guilt
No intrusion, hell no impedance!
Serene Bliss, it’s all me and my space
None is blessed with an infinite stint. Yet I,
Wish to breathe every tick rather an hour
Cos, all that’s I got is me and my space
Paint it white, black or gray
Damn! It’s me who's got to STAY

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