Insane as much as am sound
Shallow as much as am profound
Liberated as much as am bound
A thousand emotions run through me
And I often try to catch'em all
Sometimes I win and most of I fall
Sometimes fallen I prefer to be
I stay there long,
Just on the ground
Looking at the sky aimlessly
And I don't find this wrong
Yet on days when I do pick myself
I wonder if I need some help
But on such days, I feel so strong
That I ignore myself carelessly
Just a phase, I am convinced
Yet on some days I self-deprecate un-minced
Thirties, you were supposed to sorted on your own
But all I find myself doing is wince and groan
The plan didn't pane out well
And I find myself in a shithole hell
Here's to another day
I indulge myself in some wordplay
I'll probably sleep over it
'Morrow morning I'll get over this shit
