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Reincarnation – Beyond the Dreams
by Amit Monga
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  As I watch the black devil, swallow away my red ball
I fight my closing eyes, resisting the swapping worlds
Mind has started swinging but I'm not ready for the ride
I know it's time, time for a flashback
Time to see what I've never seen
Or perhaps I have said this before'

Confusion, Confusion my mind fused with illusions'
I wonder, I wonder, I wonder what to wonder
I ponder, I ponder and I ponder in the Thunder!!!!

It's all black and white under the grey sky
They all are fighting and I'm one of them
Sitting in a trench, listening to the music
Music of bombs and shells

It's getting on my nerves
Hard for me to believe
I don't know what is real
I can't touch what I feel

I, freaking, sneak-out'
Here comes the crowd, I can hear the whisper
I can see the bodies with blood spilled around
Here comes the smoke, I can smell the fire
I feel like flying,
I'll fly high across the sky'

There's no end to it until the sunshine
I can't stop and wait, but I am bound
Since, the end lies always behind the clouds!

February 24 ,2008
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