Faces are dull, lamps are lit,
The room is black and I am alone,
Dreaming something but reality is different,
I don't know what's going to happen
I didn't know what will I do
Stand upon the stool
Or see in a mirror like a fool,
But I said to myself, 'I have to be cool'
Nothing seems to be different,
As I follow the same me,
I have no difference nor glee in me.
Sunday 7th February 2016 3:58 pm