fail to go through any longer?
'Am I in slumber?'
I ask myself opening my eyes wide..
Yes, I've relapsed into the ways of the world
Thinking it's all real....
Limiting your thoughts is akin to slumber
Slumber is temporary death
As I look around, I see machines
Mechanically doing whatever they are doing
Where is the soul gone, I wonder..
Where is all this taking us?
Nowhere!!
If it is all good
why this restlessness?
I live among followers
originality is rare
perhaps has always been!!
why this opportunity hungry crowd
ready to grab what belongs to others
why i don't hear people striving to create opportunities?
I really miss the singers
singing from the depth of the soul
the voice which reaches the depth of listeners' soul
have we lost all that
just like the habit to produce music naturally from instruments
using computers instead!!
