Lying on the bean bag
with the heat of the deccan on my back
glarin at the lappy
thinking what to do
is there anything that i crave for
why am i living...
and the shadow of the day
will embrace the day in grey
soon the dark will come
but is there a change
is there no craving
soon the light will come
but is there still no change
the bag is there the lappy is there
the thoughts remain the same
and the shadow of the night
will embrace the day in grey
......
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