Ticking of the clock, time stood still
Seems ages and it doesn't want to reveal
Let me be preoccupied, I need a diversion
I just dont want to deal with it, I guess.
Riveting as this phase can be
It is coupled with risks and uncertainties
Longing for something that might not exist
I stand in crossroads not knowing where to go.
I finally decided to wait for a bus
and i will take the backseat, I need serenity.
Then sleep in the mystifying aura of melancholy
Drive me to the place where I am destined to be.
