The Phases
In the succumb to darkness with a ray of light Who am I kidding there is no light Glass looks empty but it might be half filled Perception is degrading, aren't you thrilled? I bet these phases come and go and nobody talks about them What if we talked would it really help? Life is a tragedy today might be something else tomorrow Looking at bright side, maybe a little less sorrow You see, the passion is missing and the urge is dying Not even a single day passes without lying Because the pieces are missing and really who cares? Would you help or pass right by with such stares? - Nehal Choraria