Times...

There are times when the head stops chanting the rhymesOf life and times, ahead and behind what I am and what I am notAll seem to undermine in the rhyme of being in vine of time,“To the memories and the fears, to the joys and tears, to life and to deathI am not scared till my last breath”, hummed the chants of illusions a million times, For today I don’t believe my chants and given into my tears, for I am sick,Hiding behind the fears, the paranoia is back, the illusions have stopped,For once I would want to see the sky as it was! To breakaway and break in, To lie off and lay in, away from the walls of my fears which so made me jeer,To find the old tune of joy, pain and death, a sound which I forgotten in the whole mess,Mess of time and fear which got me so far away from my own years.For the times which cannot be revisited and times which lies ahead, this is me signing upOnce forever to live my life away from the veils of sanity and fears!