It is one of those days,
You get up, wishing you got up to someone,
But you are cursed, aren't you ?
Cursed to solitude.
You stand there, alone on the 13th Floor,
Looking down to see what could have been,
Maybe to also see what would have been,
But to solitude you are confined,
With no real opportunity for regret to reap in.
On some days, your back is strapped to a rope,
On other days, its just probably a free fall,
Sky diving or the bungee, its all just free fall,
A fall you take to free your mind, body and soul.
Cursed they say you are to be alone,
What would they know, everybody hurts, nobody cares,
What would they know, you need to be understood, you need care,
But then cursed is thee to solitude,
All I can do is snigger, know why because I am the MAN.
I need some time off, some time away,
Need to cast away the silly aspersions,
Need to revive myself, break the shackles,
Take with me what I need,
Leave behind all that I don't care.
Tired of finding meaning in the infinite zilches,
Don't you know my dear friend,
Anything multiplied to zilch is a zilch.
Tired of finding the silver lining in the clouds,
Its time to find the silver instead.
Tired of reading between the lines,
If it had to be there,
Wouldn't it be written between those lines.
Tired of trying to making everyone happy,
Hell ya !!! Why should I be all selfless,
if everyone seems to be selfish.
Solitude is upon you, its there for a reason,
You are too fast, ruthless, brutal, hell ya that's me.
A misunderstanding is always around the corner,
Misunderstood thy shall be.
A catastrophe is at the edge,
In catastrophes shall revel thee.
And its pouring, pouring in different colors,
Pouring, it is in numbers, a 3, a 6, a 9 or even 18,
Perspective seems to pour out with higher numbers,
An alternate perspective is in the mix,
But for all that matters,
what matters is what thy thinks.
It one of those days ,
You enter the room, the kingsize bed awaits you,
But you are cursed, aren't you ?
Cursed to Soilitude .
You get up, wishing you got up to someone,
But you are cursed, aren't you ?
Cursed to solitude.
You stand there, alone on the 13th Floor,
Looking down to see what could have been,
Maybe to also see what would have been,
But to solitude you are confined,
With no real opportunity for regret to reap in.
On some days, your back is strapped to a rope,
On other days, its just probably a free fall,
Sky diving or the bungee, its all just free fall,
A fall you take to free your mind, body and soul.
Cursed they say you are to be alone,
What would they know, everybody hurts, nobody cares,
What would they know, you need to be understood, you need care,
But then cursed is thee to solitude,
All I can do is snigger, know why because I am the MAN.
I need some time off, some time away,
Need to cast away the silly aspersions,
Need to revive myself, break the shackles,
Take with me what I need,
Leave behind all that I don't care.
Tired of finding meaning in the infinite zilches,
Don't you know my dear friend,
Anything multiplied to zilch is a zilch.
Tired of finding the silver lining in the clouds,
Its time to find the silver instead.
Tired of reading between the lines,
If it had to be there,
Wouldn't it be written between those lines.
Tired of trying to making everyone happy,
Hell ya !!! Why should I be all selfless,
if everyone seems to be selfish.
Solitude is upon you, its there for a reason,
You are too fast, ruthless, brutal, hell ya that's me.
A misunderstanding is always around the corner,
Misunderstood thy shall be.
A catastrophe is at the edge,
In catastrophes shall revel thee.
And its pouring, pouring in different colors,
Pouring, it is in numbers, a 3, a 6, a 9 or even 18,
Perspective seems to pour out with higher numbers,
An alternate perspective is in the mix,
But for all that matters,
what matters is what thy thinks.
It one of those days ,
You enter the room, the kingsize bed awaits you,
But you are cursed, aren't you ?
Cursed to Soilitude .
