Wandering around clueless,
With music beating in my ears,
The world seems so flawless,
With nothing to fear.
Love seems like a mystery,
Expressions are becoming history.
Times are changing,
Oh yes they are,
Nothing remains,
Nothing has,
Nothing by far.
Walking down the road,
Watching new faces all along.
I see men clearing of their load,
By blaming the system for all their wrongs.
Confusion taking over my thoughts,
Left with unanswered questions,
None of which I can sort.
Day dreaming about the years down the line,
When everything seems so fine.
And then I realize,
That nothings real and I'm in no paradise.
I miss the times when competition meant those wars on kites,
And now its just sleepless fucking nights.
Over and over again,
I get lost in this maze piling up in my head,
Feeling left behind,
even lonesome sometimes,
Life on this planet seems dead,
Cries of the poor have become tunes to dance on for those pretentious divines.
Its sick, all of it,
Leaves me with disgust,
With bitches in every corner selling their lust.
One life! that's all you get,
And not a single soul to value it.
What's the point?
Its all a waste,
Its nothing more than a good taste.
I wonder what am I looking for?
Why do I feel the way I do?
When the worlds not bothered..
What am I to do?
So yeah!
What's The Fucking Point ?
- Varun Ganesh Shukla
