A Place where time stops
But you still will be very slow
A Place where water freezes
And Stillness flows

On your face winds will roar
Gasping as you go
Your Delusion Of Grandeur
Will find it’s cure

Do you matter ?
No you don’t
A Place where you are no one
And it will show

Surrounding gets bigger and bigger
And Never stops to grow
Nothing here is for sure
Or Elements in your control

Your body will slowly start consuming self
What all you stored
A Place where you crawl up
And Down the slopes

A Place where you will Detach from the image of the self
And latch onto hope
A Place that burns your face and nose
You walk with blisters on your toes

Hoping to hear from loved ones
And Run back to home
A Place where you are no one
And that’s what you will get to know

Standing between sea of mountains on the snow
Hoping to stand once more on the shore
Here your Delusion Of Grandeur
Will find it’s cure

 

Written by A.P