Lone Ranger

I am tall in my head
Dark in personality
I am a stranger to the world
As I walk in the night
With little drops left to drink
I can just pray for a rain to fall
Very little power left in my soul
I can hardly reach the sun
The night is all I seek for
Even in daylight I can’t spell “Bright”
Only if someone could reach out their hand for me
And give me a hold to live a while
But I think that is not the case
With the strangers of night
They can hardly be seen
The passage they choose is often deserted
One could only find the ghosts of their trails
No footsteps, no leftovers
Their track is traceless
So what more can you expect from such strangers
They are lone rangers of the dark
They are meant to be that way
So am I
And still I deny?  

The life I choose to live

The life I choose to live

Is somewhere in the wonderland

On the other side of the looking glass

Somewhere between the closet full of old clothes

Because this world is way too real for it

I can’t live it here

Even if I try to live it

Not even it’ll suffocate me

It’ll fall to dust itself too

My dreams and my nightmares are still mine

Some of them I am afraid to visit

Others I cherish in my quiet moments

The reality is too hard to live in

No one wants it but they all do

Just to be called normal

If title was everything I’d wished

I would have given up my choice a long time ago

But I feel the choice isn’t mine anymore

It spins in the hands of fate

And so does the choices of everyone else

I am just left in my chair

To rot till my time expires

Till my breaths wear out

Till my beats are silent

Even though I’ll never see my wonderland

But it will exist in someone else’s eyes

It will carry on its fragrance

On another stranger’s chest

The life we are living

May not be the life we choose to live

Our life may lie…

On the other side of the looking glass

Somewhere between the closet full of old clothes