Running in a maze.
A farce, a repression.
Stifling beneath the thud of boots,
Sniffing cocaine for food,
Whining in anticipation,
For an endless chase.
How weary is your heart?
Unleash yourself and quietly depart.
Paint your dreamscape under the moonlit sky,
Oh, David! Maybe it’s time to start.
Let pandemonium break into your soul
Veins purpled, loosening self-control
Let your flesh ferment like a speck in the whole.
Oh, David! Maybe it’s time to go.
Strike a chord on your guitar,
Travel. Time-travel near afar.
Cuz’ you’re struck with wanderlust.
Cuz’ you’re a streak of stardust.
Cuz’ David, you’re a sprinkle of shimmer in the dark.
Cuz’ David, trapped in a man’s skin,
You are a skylark.
– Love, Paushali