A Utopian Cure :
Let's crank steel,
Let's breathe air,
Let's peddle our way through the seas of fishes;
coming through sizes, colour and level of food chain,
Let's enter towards a foreplay between sweat and pushes,
Let's forget this hallucination.
A Utopian Cure. ||
Let's go merry,
Let's celebrate our demise,
Let's gulp up our own soul;
in the making of a requiem for my defeat,
Let's deter the senses from tasting the difference between a defeat and a facewipe,
Let's hallucinate about a futuristic past.
A Utopian Cure. ||
Let's breathe out evil,
Let's God slow me down,
Let's become closer to the reality;
amongst numbing out edges of fears and self-confidence,
Let's hook ourselves to a shape of breadth and length only helped by a shape of circle,
Let's leave hallucination to them.
A Utopian Cure. ||
Let's cling to the rust,
Let's shut our brains,
Let's sprint between the vastness of castle and doses of depression;
useful to keep me alive,
Let's forget about ambitions and dreams and work and pleasure,
Let's hallucinate to hallucinate about them.
A Utopian Cure. ||
Let's mix them,
Let's taste the pits of empty pits,
Let's meander with a mission;
albeit with a structured chaos,
Let's kill them all as well as making them slaves,
Let's stop hallucinating.
A Utopian Cure. ||
Not a word true;
begged to you to take a look.
I abhor to write about me.
I define hallucinations.
I declare 'A Utopian Cure';
never gonna be used to cure 'An Distopian Fantasy'.
An Distopian Fantasy :
You miss being someone other.
You miss the fear of a test,
the sheer joy of reading,
the learned capacity of understanding,
the pit in your stomach while losing virginity,
the relief after closing the deal,
the thrill of experiencing running between those two vast shadows of academy,
You simply miss it. ||
You miss being yourself.
You miss the weight of responsibility carried by two shoulders,
the satisfaction of getting the work done,
the longing for her,
the dread of the date,
the smile on her face after seeing you,
the swell of mind while working with her,
the tears wasted in a closed universe,
the warmth of her hug,
the content a getting teased by them,
You simply miss it. ||
You miss being them, with them.
You miss the chants,
the sleazy remarks,
the fights instigated,
the home runs,
the crowd,
the toiling in sun,
the efforts to carry your own arse for worship,
the cries of victory and defeat,
the shambolic quarrels,
the togetherness of brotherhood,
the feel of silk on your nape,
the boos and boosts,
the secret blush of flirting,
You simply miss it. ||
An Distopian Fantasy lived; to distinguish you from them,
A heavy price of your silent tears; to bury you in depression,
The weight of day dreams; to defeat each day, just like yesterday.
You will never miss it. ||
An Distopian Fantasy.
You simply miss it. ||
