I am only wasting my time
with people and will not get anything from them. Never did anyone get anything.
Why don't I take my steps
back?
What still holds me on
the ground?
Why am I still here? Part
of their games, knowing it's all false, yet amid them getting wasted, living a
tasteless life, bored, pretending to smile, pretending to be excited, but
inside exhausted with all these processes.
I know where they all are
taking me, in their nasty world of meaninglessness, & suffocation &
repeats, where no one has ever got any peace, where nobody is happy, and they
all die like dogs.
Then why don't I turn my
back to a doomed world of unhappy people seeking fake happiness by shallow
means?
What am I expecting to
get from all these?
Nothing, I guess.
I must return to my
world, where my lover waits with the elixir.
I never belonged to this
world of ambitions where everyone chased, but no one ever reached where
nobody's quest was quenched.
Oh, my lover, waiting for
me, I might need time, I am struck, you might think I am lost, but I am not.
I need a release; I need
to be pulled by you; I can't do this without you.
While acting to belong
here, I exerted so much pressure, slowly pull me out. Don't give up on
me.
My home is where you are.