Lost in the shadows,
living amongst unknown,
buried in woes,
waiting for dawn.
You watch the race,
sit back and wait,
ananlysing the pace,
never taking the bait.
The flags fly high,
the race is about to begin.
Yet you refuse to try,
there's a silence in this din.
Every race you'd win,
if only you'd run.
But you choose to sin
turning away from the sun.
1 comment:
not bad dear!!! i really liked it. its actually a very different piece, coming from u. at least what all i cud understand of it... i guess for the first time you are talking of not what life threw at you but what choices you yourself have made and are responsible for. though i can imagine your funde wala answer that its all connected, i would rather keep my perception intact. i liked it.
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