LIFE

Been sucked by this feeling of emptiness,
Something is incomplete and it's creating mess.
Have lot of people to talk,
Still End of the day there nobody to feel I guess.

We are playing with our lives because our hearts being played.
We accept it right, But why do it still pains.
With regular ups and down and a constant headache.
Taking so much pain over pleasure just for getting well paid.

A constant journey with no intervals,
Everyday is like new levels.
Past keeps banging the doors I kept closed,
The movement it enters even my heart gets frozed.

A perpetual cycle of pains and pleasure,
With a small interval of restless leisure.
A fake smile and with a love letter,
Will again carried away for something better.
©_the_horsemen