DAYS OF MY YOUTH...

I opened my eyes to a fiendish sight
No scope fer prudence, 'twas a melancholic plight
A myriad of brutals in a melee, jus to give a fight
I closed my eyes, in my slumber, i took a flight...
'tis my destiny
'tis my life
I dont care fer a troubled childhood
I didnt give it a strife...
Left alone, wandering aimless, sinking low, thinking profound
Wondering how, amazed, amused, then hit by an eccentricity that left me astound
The rage died, fires extinguished, slunk in the Slough of Despond, i hit the ground
No one cares, no one knows, i lay down, they dont hear my wimpy sound...
My early years
The gruesome fears
Quietly i shed away those tears
Hiding from my closest peers...

WORKING MAN!

How often do we smile
How often do we pray
Using the guile
Not concerned about being led astray
Compromising with norms of the society
Running around with pointless fears
Our actions depict deep anxiety
No more love, we're left with only tears

We're the society
We're the disciplinarians
I'm the working class...

No more dancing in the rain
We hear no hymns, no yogic chant
Treating our life with disdain
Intensifying our miseries rampant
The festivities are gone
The celebrations seem far away
We're drinking our glories alone
And alone we're getting old, turning grey

We're the corporates
We're the diplomats
I'm a working man....