Inspired by Mad World - Gary Jules
Different Goals
All of us aim for playing
Different roles
Hurled in circles with no real need
We torture our hearts to soothe our greed
With too many mouths and many more souls to feed
We know what we want, lacking reasons for specificity
Depression and anxiety are cold, cold mistresses
Recurring life of someone brings suicidal tendencies
And what's the point of living when society is plagued
By indifference and frustration and laughter at someone's dismay
Cruelty is my master, my personal black hole
My vision getting narrower and thoughts all hollow
I'm caged inside my happiness of my past days
Information collection, dead spirits want to break free
But bodies and souls never want the same damned thing
Cursed and convulsed, this shit society is ruined
A storm of pain inside, externally jocund
Is this what we are here for
Showing happiness marred by loss
All of us are living for our goals
But is it life that's going for a toss?
Poetry by Jalaj Soni
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Written on 2015-08-18 at 19:12
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Cynics don't lie
All of us are running forDifferent Goals
All of us aim for playing
Different roles
Hurled in circles with no real need
We torture our hearts to soothe our greed
With too many mouths and many more souls to feed
We know what we want, lacking reasons for specificity
Depression and anxiety are cold, cold mistresses
Recurring life of someone brings suicidal tendencies
And what's the point of living when society is plagued
By indifference and frustration and laughter at someone's dismay
Cruelty is my master, my personal black hole
My vision getting narrower and thoughts all hollow
I'm caged inside my happiness of my past days
Information collection, dead spirits want to break free
But bodies and souls never want the same damned thing
Cursed and convulsed, this shit society is ruined
A storm of pain inside, externally jocund
Is this what we are here for
Showing happiness marred by loss
All of us are living for our goals
But is it life that's going for a toss?
Poetry by Jalaj Soni
Read 534 times
Written on 2015-08-18 at 19:12
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