In the mid of night,
While the noise falls sleep;
The moon is high
And the dark is painted deep.

With no dreams to visit,
Like a tour to empty space;
Sleep is just a splitting comma,
Between two frustrating phase.

With a broken compass,
Enthusiasm has gone hollow;
Don’t know where am I heading,
Just a travelling program to follow.

Sometimes I scare myself,
Cos I cant find me;
Stranger is all I hear,
Stranger is all I see.

Lest the day is over,
Like a thorn hill I tread;
Si I yearn for the lonely night;
Like the life after dead.

Imprisoned in a time warp,
Fallen for a one way trap;
You may call it earning livelihood,
I just know its holy cow’s crap.

Dreams are big casualty,
Surrendered is my desire;
Vision was once my pride,
Now leftover is just smoke of wet fire.

Flames of creativity once roared the sun,
Heart and brain of others was once my aim;
Now sales and numbers is all I do,
Jugglery is all I game.