People here, people there
Like they’re nowhere
Am I too, the part of this world?
I see myself, nowhere
Fake
smiles, distressed heart
Cuddling people everywhere
Am I too, the part of it?
I see my ecstasy, nowhere
Challenging life, torn secrets
Imputing games everywhere
Am I too, the same genre?
I see my cynicism, nowhere
Turning backs, seductive traps
Exalting reality, nowhere
Am I too, the same sculpture?
I see my sincerity, nowhere
Insatiable relations, bogus concern
Malice perfections everywhere
Do I need to be part of this?
I see my conjurers, everywhere
Tragic episodes, tensed pulses
Accepting fates everywhere
Am I too, the same beetle?
I see my convictions, nowhere
Nurturing farce, transient dawns
Weary swings everywhere
Am I too, a part of pretence?
I see my resolves, nowhere
People here, people there
I feel my soul is else somewhere
Am I too, a tear-some fibre?
I see my eyes disquiet, nowhere
People here, like— nowhere
I steer my exasperation everywhere
Am I too, a nuance together?
For, I see my altruism, nowhere….
