Love the way, The time we waste, The stars, The husk, The crawling musks, We lived at rates, To make the crime a debate, Why have we not fallen as a withering tusk? No one to blame, Our time's astray, Astral, cosmic or just the dirt, As they say, We crawled out our way from oceanic waves, Why have we made our life so that we barely run amok! Conformity towards peace, But costing our crests & creeds, Our morals, Our own holy or devilish urge, However you wish to speak! Why have we made it to the perly gates, Yet don't know who keep our times as we turn to dusts? The jumps we took, The times we stood, Why have we not just crept back in the caves? When we first understood! What have you found? Other than pain, pleasure and sounds, Of happy birds and dying runts? Or so to speak, the marry-go-rounds! Take your time, And contemplate the date, Because the time you thought was an absolute fake, Not because it passed when you thought, But the logic itself is corrupt! How do you think we stayed up late, And found the will to copy and paste? The words are just memories, Of embrace we never loved, A withering pit of lacking trust, "Pool" in your thought is a must? Withering Pool! #kruelt #abstract #paidstory #elementdeepakar
