In a box I lay
In a box I lay with all my truths and all my lies
Thinking about how I lived my life
Was I happy or was I sad?
Remembering who carried me home when I was drunk
Still laughing out loud as I laughed then
Crying as I realize that this is the last time I would feel them
Moving from materialistic world to an unknown end
In a box I lay with some broken and unfulfilled dream
Whose fault was it?
Did I didn’t have means nor did I just give up?
I probably could have worked harder
Made some bucks and bought a nice guitar
But I lay in a box now
With dead blood stream and un-breathing heart
Some old promises buried with me on this grave-yard.
© Akhand Singh, 2013 © An Empty Glass, 2013
Akhand Singh 