The Push - Kashmir

The city is a trap

In which we fling our worries

And grasp for somebody’s promise

Of the good life

Forever changing plans

Restrained by envious spirits

And wanting to want to give in

And go for the country

My love will always be

Of vibrant and dense traffic music

That fills me up when nothing is expected

The push

And the shock

The handshake that could be changing your direction

The mess

And the chaos

The sounds of someone close to falling apart

Don’t wake me from the dream

Don’t shake me from the notion

That the day will come

And I’ll belong and not be lost

So far away from hell

From unpaid debts and world war

Where my bare feet are walking on dew

Without treading a needle

On a needle

The push

And the fall

The handshake to the change of your direction

The mess

And the chaos

The sounds of someone close to falling apart