Akhand Singh

A mind so twisted, the soul in its parallel universe
We fight for the reasons those are invalid, yet reasonable for the quarrel verse
Perplexing bonds and threads of blood
Few hungry beings, the egoistic thirst
Damned heart, the road to the hell down below
We were suppose to live for love, but we’ve endured to pass away for long enough
Now what will it cost to mend the broken bonds
A grin, an apology or the million dollar investment firm
I think it wouldn’t be enough
The boat sails along the journey of transverse
There isn’t a turning back, no escape
A pause that grabs me, the world of a race
Heart wonders for the strings of a decade
Where there is faith, there is a way
But life isn’t fair, it’s a nay-say
We are born from the earth, and intend to return to the dirt
That’s the life cycle of the minuscule as us.