Well, now you know ,
You've been distracted ,
From the right track.
A path carpeted with snow,
Gave goosebumps, when you stepped
You hold on the falling mask.
Besides, there, holds up
Your tempted heart,
With rushing thoughts.
Finally you lost your grip,
Drowning deep in mirth,
Savouring pleasure's last drops.
You sweeten your temptation,
Thereby you sin your soul
Slowly, opens your blinded eyes
And then comes your frustation,
Tears, guilt and scrowl.
Real eyes realizes the real lies
Know that you're late,
But never late enough
To be consolved by dazzling trend .
There's nothing called fate.
Just seek " A will " --- too trough
To withstand your lusty mind
~ Mercy
