Sep 26, 2016
Translucent
Some live in the darkness
Survive in the hues too mysterious
But have the tendency to, if they want
Turn dead nights into sparkles
Some live in the spotlight
Breathe in the fragrance of money
Lingering is the richness in their style
In their manner, fame and hypocrisy resides
Some acquire ways out like both
Sincerity in the light and peace in the shout
Rich but humble, feeble though stout
These some are elegant but dangerous of all.
I am in the physical world with no true face
In the search of true soul I found a maze
So decided who treats me good is the best to me
Whether the darkness, hypocrisy or ruler of both it be.
