"I'm sensitive, I feel everything, I feel everybody One man standin' on two words, heal everybody Transformation, then reciprocation, karma must return Heal myself, secrets that I hide, buried in these words Death threats, ego must die, but I let it purge Pacify, broken pieces of me, it was all a blur Mother cried, put they hands on her, it was family ties I heard it all, I should've grabbed a gun, but I was only five I still feel it weighin' on my heart, my first tough decision In the shadows clingin' to my soul as my only critic Where's my faith? Told you I was Christian, but just not today I transformed, prayin' to the trees, God is taking shape My mother's mother followed me for years in her afterlife Starin' at me on back of some buses, I wake up at night Loved her dearly, traded in my tears for a Range Rover Transformation, you ain't felt grief 'til you felt it sober"
22 in Mumbai. This is my riverofthoughts (ROT).You are free to look through it. Love it or hate it. if you want to chat email at pranavanilpatil9@gmail.com