The Race Against Time

. Who are we..? different streets,different souls.. succumbed to this system, system of loop holes.. who are we..? different lives,different roles.. some played,some withdrawn, some half way through, unaccomplished goals.. who are we..? dancers tied in chains.. swayed by emotions, and thoughts insane.. who are we..? one world,common fouls.. used enough,without doubt, hollow,still profound.. who are we..? trade of a game, killing hand to hands, feeding our gain.. Oshan..

. hearts and clubs, diamonds and spades, back to back, they make a trail.. played with cards called life, sometimes fell, sometimes survived.. sometimes won this race, clubbed ace to ace.. a fierce trial to escape, those i trusted with grace.. the ride of disgust, that began some august.. a jack with three, alot more than misery.. a word to remember, but,not to praise.. as the deck fails, with no hidden trails.. as when the boat blinks, no one in this world, follows till it sinks.. Oshan..