My Blood Will, Is Not My Will

My blood will, is not my will

But it maintains me alive

So i have to abide

Hey sunday again

Week start or week end?

Tomorrow is monday

Will my heart finally mend

Under this African Sky

The moon is full tonight

When will i have the sight

Of your face near mine

Like olive in brine

In a soft romantic bed

We would have dived

In each other's internal world

Under the african moon's sky

I am in some very deep sheet

In this big bed of thorns

Can't even move to the backseat

Or choose to be unborn

Monday again, And my pain

Hasnt faded, Almost embedded

In my heart, Like tears in the eyes

Which cant stop falling

We faced a wall

So tall

Each brick is familiar

He, she , liar

They tangled us so much

Until we clutch

Then drift apart

To another part

Of the World