Collect this, gather that
Add another drop to your never-ending ocean
Drown and die in it at the end
At least it is useful that way
Come, tired bones
Let us gather together and hold these infinite universes
On our broken joints
For one more puppet string performance.
Immortal words in fading ink
Are our only legacies.
Consume, ravenous beast
And vomit it back
The world revels in the disgust.
Who will add you name to the greats,
The greats you wish secretly to join?
The anonymity you shroud yourself in
Is not of your making
You crave the limelight
Not the turbulent backstage
There is a name for your way of life,
The world is a constant stream of unfiltered noises
That you borrow drops from
And add to your own storm.
Sulk in the side lines
Curse everything that light graces
Still crave for that glow anyway.
Always tears and no sweat drops
Make your road muddy
So you slip, fall and roil in your lack of effort
But wear the dirt as a disguise,
A pretence of your labour.
The racket will not dull
When you fall asleep
So gather your ocean of excuses
And bury yourself in its womb
Will it be a rebirth or a miscarriage?