I have re-incarnated
Three times,I think
And each time I realize that I just go back to the mess I've been
Look upon the greatness
With your swollen shaking legs
Then return back home
Never existed, in the first place.
And I tried telling my mates
That I have started hearing singing birds
And that the night is not at all dark
But they keep making blurred lines with crayons
"here's the boundaries,let's stay on our own"
But I think they've got it wrong,
Stuck in their own domes.
And my flesh hides under layers of chiffon
Layers of leather jackets
Layers of capes
And layers of orange jumpsuits
And ofcourse
The yellow hairy skin