Ever wondered why all of a sudden
Everything starts making no sense?
Neither did I, well before it started too often,
Before the heart got clogged, before it became intense
I sat back down there in the lonely corner
Filled with emotions that I couldn't recognise,
I tried to give it my all, to figure it out
Whilst a tiny little tear rolled up my eye
Suddenly I had my wide eyes looking
At the dark shadows in the mirror
The tiny tear had company, at least someone did,
And the silhouettes of emotions formed a whirlpool, before I could figure
There comes a phase when you know what's at stake
I certainly did, or did not, I wasn't aware
The thoughts bound by the chain engraved with sadness
All I could do, was sit back and stare
It takes a lot to figure it all out
Just by yourself in the pseudo universe you've created,
I wasn't sure which universe I dwelt in
One where I loved myself or where I was only hatred
I couldn't stop those hands of the clock
From running away, for I feared,
What if I am losing myself to the shadows,
Or was it the end, that silently crawled and neared.
- Rishi Kandra
Everything starts making no sense?
Neither did I, well before it started too often,
Before the heart got clogged, before it became intense
I sat back down there in the lonely corner
Filled with emotions that I couldn't recognise,
I tried to give it my all, to figure it out
Whilst a tiny little tear rolled up my eye
Suddenly I had my wide eyes looking
At the dark shadows in the mirror
The tiny tear had company, at least someone did,
And the silhouettes of emotions formed a whirlpool, before I could figure
There comes a phase when you know what's at stake
I certainly did, or did not, I wasn't aware
The thoughts bound by the chain engraved with sadness
All I could do, was sit back and stare
It takes a lot to figure it all out
Just by yourself in the pseudo universe you've created,
I wasn't sure which universe I dwelt in
One where I loved myself or where I was only hatred
I couldn't stop those hands of the clock
From running away, for I feared,
What if I am losing myself to the shadows,
Or was it the end, that silently crawled and neared.
- Rishi Kandra