In The Pursuit Of Truth
In The Pursuit Of Truth
When in the agony of greed
I lay bare with broken bones
I saw crisis within the creed
As though pain etched in stones
Somewhere in the dust
I need to find myself, it's must
For my oceans above and beneath the crust
Are mire with never-ending cyclones
I weep, for I see, beauty and the hate within
It is so it is
For the grim, on this chin,
Is never going to wipe off
So let the dance begin
The ballet of the macabre shall commence
And at the 12th roll, it is going to end
For everything sleeps at midnight
But it doesn't end there
For we sit not on a chair
But on the ugly throne of thorns
It is not everyday that we transform
So grow out of the cocoon, shall we?
Let there be a fruit in this dry valley
Where there was none, I was my own company
And with these words
I crafted my perfect symphony
To sooth the pain and tears
Perfected after agonizing years
And it was in this roll
That I found myself
Even now I hound myself
Isn't this in reality a beginning?
Towards a life of shimmer and gold
Pampering all that I can hold
And still stuck in a wide dilemma
It's surely a life worthy of cinema
And in this enigma, we shall sing
The words that the birds bring
In the late hours of the night