The Roof

Empty as if its been this way forever
always cold up there
like sam o'the looks thrown at us
en route to it, but do we care?

Just another day, rigid conventional ways
their's or none,no possibility of mine
stagnation creeps into the lives
sun seems dull, the moon never shines.

Alas! We light it up
the darkness fades to black
in&out something goes and we forget
the cold,the day...everything in a single drag.

Cynical laughter interrupts the sounds of silence
enters a world devoid of voids
jumping,laughing,dancing,laughing and laughing
getting lost in trance-Pink Floyd,Sigmund Freud.

Done with it,lie on our backs facing the sky
dance on their fingers like marionettes
when will the strings be cut
rather die than not smoke a cigarette

Chillness resurfaces and bites
the three wisemen in our own rights
somehow walk down the stairs
the days might not be ours
but the nights aint their's!