I sat on the couch with a strange question in my mind..
It occupied even the samllest corner of my mind,
Compelling me to think again .
What am I made off?
Yes! What am I made off was the question?
The only question for years that was left unanswered,
Since the moment of every yesteryear
no clues helped me out
All I kept was growing my doubt.
Now I when I realize I don't fall asleep soon at nights.
Cause my dreams continued the fight.
Fought for their existence fought for turning a virtual world to real life experience.
I went through a thorough analysis
What the reason was that made me so anxious.
Now that I found it was me and my dreams.
My dreams lit me up it turned into a strong burning desire that drives me off day in and day out.
It made so hungry that even food fall's short off to compensate.
And there is were the answer lies
I'm made of fire that's ready to burn in order to run.
I'm made of dreams and desire that force me not to rest mentally
And that's what am made off.
