there would be time to complain
there would be time to explain
but for now
running past emotions of living in human sea
amidst times such as these
hot wind balloning in the open
cool conditioner keeping the interiors calm
the jungle of concretes mushrooming in every vacant land
the underbelly they say is warming globally
people on the street jostle for each inch of life 
each side of life
to reach to a damned destination
of silent onlookers
hooked on to the marshalled game 
of survival
survival of the sickest
till death do us part
till metaphors keep on losing their meanings
crusaders all gone
pretending to be messangers of something divine
not though this time
such is the times these days
i walk out of my door straight to the flux
of belief and disbelief
of stupid and sublime
of thousand lives and thousand deaths
there would be time to complain
there would be time to explain