when you are awake,

not waking.

when you are not asleep,

still sleeping.

when you are alone amidst the crowd,

when you smell the silence in the loud.

when you cry with the joy,

and

smile in sheer destroy...

you are the painter,

you are the paint.

you are the sinner,

you are the saint.

the end is easy,

the start is tough

we are crushed in the middle of the rough.