You and I, we try to tell a tale,
we don't know why, it turns out to be pale.
We love and cry, and write it in the ink of tears,
we smile and try, but end up penning our fears.
The devil lives, brooding in the adjective detail,
gloom he gives, with his curly pointed tail,
We try to fake, a world out of a tiny infinity,
we bake a cake, out of brown rice off the city.
Beautiful shall be, the fairy tale of castles and princes,
but you tell me, to believe in such glimpses?
Don't you see, it is clear as muddy water,
Wont it be, your mistake of you falter?
Go get a life, you people with fake stories and smiles,
or I'll get a knife, to let your blood flow the miles.
The crowd aren't fools, though you and I too act like one,
it cognizantly drools, making you believe that you won.
Welcome to the new age, to the smart brainy logic,
stop being a sage, orating like we believe in magic.
we don't know why, it turns out to be pale.
We love and cry, and write it in the ink of tears,
we smile and try, but end up penning our fears.
The devil lives, brooding in the adjective detail,
gloom he gives, with his curly pointed tail,
We try to fake, a world out of a tiny infinity,
we bake a cake, out of brown rice off the city.
Beautiful shall be, the fairy tale of castles and princes,
but you tell me, to believe in such glimpses?
Don't you see, it is clear as muddy water,
Wont it be, your mistake of you falter?
Go get a life, you people with fake stories and smiles,
or I'll get a knife, to let your blood flow the miles.
The crowd aren't fools, though you and I too act like one,
it cognizantly drools, making you believe that you won.
Welcome to the new age, to the smart brainy logic,
stop being a sage, orating like we believe in magic.