you must be a part of a plan
otherwise i will never understand
you have got to make sense, not be poetry

i was i was okay and the world was fine
but it is out of touch
and life is over the boundary line
no one knows how hard it has been
i feel so tired,
imagination needs to be hot wired

just fooling with my emotions
did not feel like doing much today
just felt like sitting around
quite happy to waste away

i feel isolated
dilapidated, need to be rejuvenated
wish i could be elated
feel like i need a change
getting fed up of what seems like a pointless game
but still, i love being here all the same

i remember everything
i have not forgot
the frosted glass
the way i longed for the the future
so i could forget the past

the papers scream and cry
they convey half the message
they really do try
it is changing times
science fiction points out all the signs
we live in a world –
where communities struggle to survive