everyone wants to be a hero


but when we all try so hard


chances are


we all lose.


clearly


my body clock has been distorted


so much that


nights have become days


and days are nights.


ive taken a beaten from this.


i lose.


rushing through things last minute


and begging for clemency


aint my style


and goes to show how unprepared we are.


how uncooperative and ungodly


the team is.


i stood aside and watched from afar


all the commotion that is going on.


i dont whether whether


to cry


or


to laugh


for i see myself in the fools.


i cannot be calmed


nor be tamed


and ive just lost


one wave after another.


ive seen the amatuers and the wild


and know that ive been there too.


the past is a powerful weapon


it passes us off with feigned glory


and at times


pain and agony.


maybe its tiem to take solace in something present


new


and


larger than life.


only thing is,


what?


superficiality may not be a bad thing


at least it makes us appreciative of the hidden and unshown.


normally, the one who truely understands


isnt the one whom one wants.


what a great pity.


i have found neither.


just dreams, illusions and pure imagination


simply to alleviate the grief.


the past 7 hours was spent in bed


skipping the bath and the meal.


told you my whole chronos is all jumbled up.


but i do not feel rejuvinated nor reinvigorated


i simply smell a sense of impending doom


and the nolstalgic wave of emotions


complete with a hint of despair and contempt.


no one has yet to answer the call.