Hollow ways of this world, I see now
Flashes of flair amidst tinge of hidden despair,
Hardened pieces of attitude lying behind beyond repair,
Sitting in front of an astray,
Burning the butt of their stupidity,
I wonder looking at it when shall it end.
As they raise their hands in celebration
Raising the glasses, trying to rise above the present for a while,
Into the transient moments of hallucination.
Life seems a figment of imagination hearing them talk nonsense,
I see a new world unfolding,
A world of craziness and fun,
Beholding me from a distance,
With an eye of sweet pretence.
I close my eyes for a while,
While the disco music plays on for a while.
Life seems a joke now, the world a playground
In the face of their fun, I wonder what I just found.