Like a hidden shadow,
Life plays a trick on me.
I am genuinely surprised and,
World cares for the darkness of the shadow.
The wreck, my life is turning into
I take all the credit for the achievement
This wreck, carefully planned and thoughtfully executed,
Shall be my claim for the eternal glory.
While I was planning with care,
How best to present the wreck of my life,
Slouching on the corner was this shadow.
Observing like a vulture, patient and hungry.
I was alive, I did not chase the vulture away,
Loyal I thought the shadow was, bearing witness.
To my workmanship.
Wrecking your life isn't easy,
One begins to get lonely, any company...
A feeling like the smoke of Opium burning,
Light in nature, dense in experience began to engulf me.
I became the Master, practicing an art,
The loyal shadow vulture, I imagined were my apprentice.
I was on a colossal mission, Prometheus of my age,
Wrecking the gift of life.
Moments of despair there were many,
Staggering odds, piled against my success,
Kept me going on, the shadow vulture still patient, still hungry.
It was when the patient loyal shadow,
Began to show impatience,
I was first rattled.
The vulture had come very near.
Its sharp strong beak, reflecting in my eye,
No other image more vivid in my memory.
I could feel the claws, sinking
Into my hollow skin.
The moment of conscience is here.
'When did I become hollow'
Engrossed in the work to wreck, did I
Miss the gentleman in a chariot,
Or on a buffalo, my escort.
Holding close to my memory,
I began searching for the shadow,
In the hope that my fight against myself
Was chronicled.
Shadow is not to be seen,
The vulture however seems to be as loyal
As my apprentice.
On enquiry, after the vulture dug its beak into my throat
(I spoke the language of questions)
The reply hardly surprised me.
I was but a footnote in the Grand scheme,
Of a demonstration.
How not to wreck one's own life.
I sensed the applause, which was welling up,
I was unashamedly curious to know,
Who would take the curtain call,
I had a fair right, (Don't you agree) it was my life,
That was exhibited here.
It was then like the loyal hidden shadow,
Life played a trick on me.
I was genuinely surprised and,
World was interested in the darkness of the shadow.
Life plays a trick on me.
I am genuinely surprised and,
World cares for the darkness of the shadow.
The wreck, my life is turning into
I take all the credit for the achievement
This wreck, carefully planned and thoughtfully executed,
Shall be my claim for the eternal glory.
While I was planning with care,
How best to present the wreck of my life,
Slouching on the corner was this shadow.
Observing like a vulture, patient and hungry.
I was alive, I did not chase the vulture away,
Loyal I thought the shadow was, bearing witness.
To my workmanship.
Wrecking your life isn't easy,
One begins to get lonely, any company...
A feeling like the smoke of Opium burning,
Light in nature, dense in experience began to engulf me.
I became the Master, practicing an art,
The loyal shadow vulture, I imagined were my apprentice.
I was on a colossal mission, Prometheus of my age,
Wrecking the gift of life.
Moments of despair there were many,
Staggering odds, piled against my success,
Kept me going on, the shadow vulture still patient, still hungry.
It was when the patient loyal shadow,
Began to show impatience,
I was first rattled.
The vulture had come very near.
Its sharp strong beak, reflecting in my eye,
No other image more vivid in my memory.
I could feel the claws, sinking
Into my hollow skin.
The moment of conscience is here.
'When did I become hollow'
Engrossed in the work to wreck, did I
Miss the gentleman in a chariot,
Or on a buffalo, my escort.
Holding close to my memory,
I began searching for the shadow,
In the hope that my fight against myself
Was chronicled.
Shadow is not to be seen,
The vulture however seems to be as loyal
As my apprentice.
On enquiry, after the vulture dug its beak into my throat
(I spoke the language of questions)
The reply hardly surprised me.
I was but a footnote in the Grand scheme,
Of a demonstration.
How not to wreck one's own life.
I sensed the applause, which was welling up,
I was unashamedly curious to know,
Who would take the curtain call,
I had a fair right, (Don't you agree) it was my life,
That was exhibited here.
It was then like the loyal hidden shadow,
Life played a trick on me.
I was genuinely surprised and,
World was interested in the darkness of the shadow.
