we are bats in the belfry,
we go berserk each day, each night.
we are so kooky that we can drive a saint up the wall.
we are so moody, that you won't be able to figure us out at all.
we are nuts, we are moon struck,
we write until our hands bleed, we dance until our feets sting.
we probably have a loose screw in our brains, we probably are not oiled in the conventional way,
but we are still sane when time needs us to be, when the lights have gone, and the lords are shunned.
we stick to who we re, we rise upon our troubled past,
that's what makes us who we are, the fruity, freaked out people!
B.W
Pranjal Majmudar
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The Undeniable Truth Of Life.
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