My whole life has been a merry-go-round of distancing people and craving their intimacy,

While I am not busy hating the world, what I seek from it is a little empathy,
Whining about burdensome relations but keeping them close, clutched firmly,
A paradox in the man who loves being alone but always fears being lonely.

It’s a constant fight between trying to love people all the while hating their guts,
An unending see-saw between wishing people happiness and trying not to be jealous,
Sometimes everything in life is so crystal clear, sometimes nothing at all makes sense,
A struggle to reach the doors of bliss, only to find the keys missing in the end.

To be bad or to be good, to chuckle or to brood,
It does get tiring sometimes to always second guess your every move.
Sometimes I wonder if I am a part of some sick Universe’s grand experiment.
May be it’s its trick to find out, without breaking, how much a man’s back can be bent.

To be in constant state of flux, not knowing a single thing.
To wage a new war everyday, life sure is interesting, to say the least.
But Who signed up for this life in the first place?
Not me. Not me. Not me. Not me.

~RavS

## Am I revealing a little too much? Anyway, I liked this composition; I think it’s pretty tightly crafted. Classic yet elegant. I suppose I am getting better as a lyrics writer :) ##