|Unmasked myself on that cloudy day.|
Amidst the masses, my cerulean self feels rejected
May be I knew of the convulsions which followed
Or maybe I did not, but I have to be reticent nevertheless.
Standing still at the carfax amongst the buzzing crowd
I feel a cataclysm within me, only that it is not loud
I’m not dumb and I see all of it, but I have to be reticent nevertheless.
To lead an august life was never my intent
Neither was an abased one marked with a dent
May be it's meant to be that way, but I have to be reticent nevertheless.
A daedal voice from within tells me all is not over
I wait for my spaceship for I can depart and hover
I realize now, home or not, I have to be reticent nevertheless.
The air, the dead and the living seem hoary
Not bewildering at all, for this is my story
Here or there it’s all the same ‘cos I have to be reticent nevertheless.
For the revebrating voice tells me, ‘You're alone, the only one
You're not meant for any of these, you're meant for none'.
The only recluse is me and the shoulder’s my own.
There’s no nevertheless here for I now know I have to be reticent for times to come.