Tired, exhausted and flat on our face
As we keep on running this dumb mad rat race
And wait to move on for bad times to part ways
And build up a rage in a heart in a cage
And wait for time's end
A pack of hope
Raw tobacco
Some dried grass and
A nimble hand
Poor Pizza man
A gold night lamp
A red guitar
And a few rockstars
Some well known songs
In an unknown flat
Two pitch voices
Some string noises
A fire lit
Cerebrum hit
A wicked smell
From a pot from hell
And upside down
World orange and round
And nonsense talk
And nonsense talk
And nonsense sense
And nonsense talk
State zero.
Its dark.
Lights off.
Show over.
Its a pretty nice life we have
Its a merry round world we're in
Its a merry nice life I have
We all fall up....
A day in a life of Bandra
7 years ago
4 comments:
Fall up!! WOW!! Besh bhalo post likhecho!! :-D
What did you figure out this time?
@P, Its time man, its time for stuff, imaginations burnin out
@A, fall up was smthn I heard sumwhr dnt remember whr....
n wht did i figure out??
Figure out about what ever you guys were trying to figure out, if at all!!! :-D
Very nice post.. Loved it! :-D
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