I Fake My Attitude

There's is thing that I told nobody
It's a secret that I'll not share with anybody
There are dark pits that lies buried
There's a law that I once studied, that there lies a light at the end of every dark tunnel,
Though I still fear that this dark tunnel never ends, aglow is what the man ever gets.
I pray to thee to end the misery
This life is still a groovy mystery
The history suggests to look for the clues,
It's a method for us to come out of blues,
But at times, it shows the future to me that is nothing but despair.
I laugh at the show of the circus,
But what I think of it is an image of a carcass
The darkness never glorifies, just makes everything paralyzed
It's a torpid disease which never comes to an ease
It's hidden everywhere and we all know from where it emerged, is somewhat here.