Nothing for a change
to do or say
days after days
weeks foregone
nights into days
dusk into dawn
Never planned for this one moment
what to work for, what to expect
sitting idle typing rubbish
trying to be imperfect
Turn around 5 years back
you had a point to prove
envy or insanity, nothing was untouched
single focus, grand ambition
took the task as a mission
Turn around 2 years back
life as it never was
friends and foes, plenty of them
for every stint and every cause
Now turn around and find yourself
at this very moment and not a second late
rusty and forsaken, empty and dejected
no further intrusion
by body or soul
the hell is where you stand
look no further for sumptuous hole
Gates beckon to enter
to waste and let die
or let your life get ruled by forces
beyond what you could ever imagine
to move in a flash, from hell to heaven
you either need Twenty-One
