Nets aimed at shooting stars,
Heart lusting its glitter and spark,
Naive for Greatness, Glory, and Fame,
Naive for Greatness, Glory, and Fame,
Minions march to make a name;
Barbaric hunters with a pile of skulls,
Artists flaunting mastered skills,
Emperors, Cardinals from different times
Modern entrepreneurs hoarding gains;
The world looks up in need of a purpose,
Craving a promise of dreams in surplus;
Like the moon drunk on the light it borrows,
Aspires to be the sun every night and morrows;
The play of chance, the hand of times
Distract our eyes from what it hides;
Hunter in an Industrial Age
Writer facing the Dinosaur's rage
Flip the centuries, the Heroes fall,
Yet the world is snared by illusion's trawl;
-Sajithra
-Sajithra