How futile everything seems,,,
All relations,all emotions,,,
They are all mine,,,
And I am theirs,,,,,
But still no affairs,,,
Family,friends and foes,,,
Are no different,,,,,
It's all about money,,,
Ego,pride and statues,,,,
All sour but mixed with honey,,,,
Well it's not being cynical,,,,
It is though critical,,,,
Black marks on life,,,,
Bruises on the heart,,,,
Are they not enough ?,,,,
To go set apart,,,,
From all that was nasty,,,,
And off-course too harsh,,,,
Mother stays mum,,,,
Father is sober,,,,
Sisters are some,,,,
Brother is brother,,,,,
Friends are none,,,,
Love indeed is some,,,,,
All this for what ?,,,,
Why and how ?,,,,
Just to learn to live,,,,
With a better skill.....
All relations,all emotions,,,
They are all mine,,,
And I am theirs,,,,,
But still no affairs,,,
Family,friends and foes,,,
Are no different,,,,,
It's all about money,,,
Ego,pride and statues,,,,
All sour but mixed with honey,,,,
Well it's not being cynical,,,,
It is though critical,,,,
Black marks on life,,,,
Bruises on the heart,,,,
Are they not enough ?,,,,
To go set apart,,,,
From all that was nasty,,,,
And off-course too harsh,,,,
Mother stays mum,,,,
Father is sober,,,,
Sisters are some,,,,
Brother is brother,,,,,
Friends are none,,,,
Love indeed is some,,,,,
All this for what ?,,,,
Why and how ?,,,,
Just to learn to live,,,,
With a better skill.....











