Mercy

I wanna go home, mercy please?

Lyrics:

Tonight you're so far away from home,

You don't wanna be here,

but I can't let you go,

Cause time was never on your side

and It never will be,

Cause tonight your mine.

And I just wanna storm,

but I know I never will,

I'm just what you made me to be

And I wanna let you go,

I want to set you free,

So just say mercy.

Wasted so much time,

And time is what you plead for,

but I can't give in,

Cause I'm the only one that can

save you from the dark side,

But I won't let go.

And I just wanna storm,

But I know I never will,

I'm just what you made me to be

And I wanna let you go,

I wanna set you free,

So just say mercy.

Can you let me go?

Can you save my soul?

Can you save my life?

Can you say mercy?

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It reflects too much of my real time situation. Tears immediately rolls down my cheek as the lyrics go on. I feel so much distanced because I can hardly slip in any of the chit-chatting topics. Maybe I am too sensitive to find the gap tearing apart but I no longer feeling comfortable. I feel myself so helpless. I read one of my mates' blog this afternoon, if the world is gonna end soon, I am not sure if I gonna die with regrets but certainly will. Many goals are set but I hardly hit any of those, even I have been trying hard all these while. I am stubborn at keeping hardships to myself, I do not want to burst in front of crowd. Trying hard to hide behind the mask has been tough, depression which screws me if I start counting days. I have a dream, I wanna change the world with the ideas generating my mind, I thought it is gonna be revolutionary. I wanted to open wide my vision but I am not privileged enough to grab any of those opportunities in hand. When our conversations tend to surface turning into a superficial content-less verbal interaction, I do not know where to make a U-turn. Everyone is in their respective shoes and not many care to signal you a gesture of goodwill. I learn to digest the adverse taste and trying to absorb the nutrients which eventually drive me to a whole new horizon of psychiatry. Be it optimistically or pessimistically, I know I have to throw in some i-factors in my backpack and leave the remaining to be forgotten and take off with the gigantic wings to the extent as far as I could stretch. I should give a courteous rejection to all goodwill of invitations, the sense of belonging is missing. I appreciate if the lesser the travelers are joining this trip the better it will be, glad that my mate is willing to hop on this journey together. I wanna make it simple and clear-cut from all possible mundanity. Me alone or few of us will make pilgrimage to place where we find peace by nature. In dire of letting go the trains of thought which pile up to complication.