Amidst the rain.. amidst the wind..
and the perspective going dim,
Not enough is the sunset, or the morning..
to induce in me a sense of longing.. .
If I were to choose I would choose it otherwise,
but hey! am I anything close to being wise?
Appreciated is the beauty seen through the eyes,
but things seen are nothing but lies!!!
My soul calls for a phase reversion,
so will I adapt, bring about this mutation!!
Call me eccentric or maybe insensitive!
Here's my confession - Frozen Fugitive!!
