I know I’m tied,
to live the obverse
of what I desired.
With my limbs fatigued
of crawling back.
After every defeat.
With two scorched and dull eyes,
of facing the sun’s cruelty,
and my society’s demise.
Now ‘tis only myself I can trust,
to keep on dancing in this
carnival of rust.
I see my feet tethered,
knowing I can’t,I still try,
my will has not yet withered.
I feel I don’t have many options,
go to sleep ,or keep on breathing
and stop my breaths from being auctioned.
My frail cries of mayday calls,
succumb
to this noise of busy footfalls.
They all are players, all over
same
‘You Shall Not Help’,
is one rule of the game.
I call out to no avail,
you’re crowded yet all alone,
to walk this path of rusty nails.
Now ‘tis only myself I can trust,
to keep on dancing in this
carnival of rust.
Strongest survives,
on the weak
it will thrive.
Minds etched with this thought,
souls lamenting,
to this disposition has them brought.
But somehow..
I guess I was too fast,
to consider myself
an outcast.
As I’m not the only dancer here,
all are unequal yet all the same,
with similar worries and same fears.
I KNOW, I was too fast,
to consider myself
an outcast.
Take each hand
as you walk through the rust
and make them dance,
love, smile and trust.