The Game

Empty roads and a lonely corridor
A weary seagull that flies no more
Gloomy afternoon by the river side
The clouds, where the moon tries to hide

Things will not be the same
 And I was lurking around in shame
This world we cannot tame
Cause we all are a part of the game

 Running down where the rivers echoed
The trail of tears that was often savoured
The crumbling sound of broken delusion
Rants of a vicious mind with a rabid vision

Things will not be the same
 And I was lurking around in shame
This world we cannot tame
Cause we all are a part of the game


A trembling sense of menace
Chasing shadows of sun rays
Faded colour of a spurned leaf
Whiffs of smoke at the shunned cliff

Things will not be the same
 And I was lurking around in shame
This world we cannot tame
Cause we all are a part of the game