Well,they may be unlike but yet I continue to feel the same,
Another one bites the dust while another one takes the blame,
A Runner up again in the race with a moving train,
Witness O Aphrodite,the deeds done in thy name.
So have I plunged into the little known to wiggle in the rut again,
Did I bid Adieu to a nest,to get caught in the crevice again,
Must I drench myself in familiar rain, in pursuit of an alluring flame,
Or should I cease to hear the velvet box or pay heed to it’s whimsical ways.
O I’ve read them starry tales and I’ve heard that passion sways,
But it’s only as I performed their art, that I learnt of its deceiving ways,
So all I do is turn away, the road ahead as clear as the day,
For how can I write a love song, when it wasn’t really love anyway?
So tell me do I plunge into the little known to swivel in the rut again,
Should I bid Adieu to my nest, to get caught in the crevice again,
Need I drench myself in familiar rain, in pursuit of an alluring flame,
I’d rather cease to hear the velvet box or cater to its whimsical ways.