I know not what I want
Just wandering around like a dust
Change I want
But chance I give not.
I'm now lost in my own imagination.
Dumbfounded in reality,
Craving what should not be lust after
Loving what should not be hosted
I'm now furious with my own policy.

My dynamic ways may and may not be the end of me.
I'm solitary lost in the quest for real life
Wandering strangely in the clutch of real friendship
Mistaking pleasure and leisure for relationship.
Damn! My emotions are slowly dying
Feelings are wavering-fading,
And I'm now scared of living a-zombie
In my own world.

Help!
My voice is slowly fading
And none can see the pains beneath my smile.
Fuck! I'm shuddering in fear under my own jokes
Crazy under my own pleasure.
This is not who I want to be but this is who I am now.
Gosh! I'm nut.
© Dynamic