Dream ur daydream....

under neon light,
seems like its beyond time

I'm waiting here in the cold,
rubbing my  palms against each other to generate a spark of Hope..

may be someday my time will come
but I can't wait for it no more , I gotta run
behind every opportunity that gets fired from the gun.

but its not easy....
its struggle , I freeze it
so I can picture it before I release it
on a paper..
I cut my face n attach it to it with a stapler

i try to  puke all the shit out
it feels alive when my pen screams aloud

my heart beats with a whisper , I hear her voice
saying " this is ur life , go make ur choice.
n never regret em , just rejoice
coz it gives u an identity , n fills up ur void. "

n this goes out for every one in this road
all the lost masked souls
hold on to ur mascots
n keep dreaming ur daydream...



keep fighting....