What do you do when
You don’t know how to react?
When you don’t know how to respond then,
What will you say without knowing tact?
What are you supposed to do
When you are caught between your maturity
And intentions, which can’t be fixed by any glue?
When you can’t see the traces of line between stupidity and sanity.
You ever felt the swathes of emptiness?
Where you are supposed to feel angry
But you go gay and reckless;
The self questioning making you inner demons hungry.
Won’t you stay alive somehow?
Be it in oblivion, madness or silence
No difference is made anyhow
In choosing words, solitude, work or violence
It pains me a lot to know
That I can’t type silence.
Doesn’t matter if its high or low
Enough is the mere existence.