Sometimes I think, where am I leading to,

Had some dreams for me, am I leading to,

Standing in the middle of twenties, standing in middle of path,

A train to catch on, from the bower of wrath,

An easy path to go on, outside the wish,

Or to take a turn against the swish,

Unable to understand, unable to lead,

Moving towards right but against the creed,

It’s tough to follow but sometimes tougher to take the call,

As I witness the fog in fall,

Quite unclear, quite surreal, Quite a love,

I dream more against the current verve!