time passages

this week has passed so fast, in fact the whole year it seemed has breezed through

a little voice inside reminds me that this past summer i was banging my head against the wall and being blue

i could not bear the feeling of being alone and wondered if the summer would every end

so how could i now say that the days are passing by fast

in any case, as the sun sets over the karachi skyline i feel like the all the creative juices have been sucked out 

its been ages that i listened to pink floyd, the fleeting hours of the day this emptiness makes it all the more appropriate that i reminisce the sheer bliss of listening to 'the dark side of the moon' sink to a deep sleep to the sound of david gilmour

"the sun is the same in the relative way, but you're older
shorter of breath and one day closer to death
every year is getting shorter, never seem to find the time
plans that either come to naught or half a page of scribbled lines
hanging on in quiet desperation is the English way
the time is gone, the song is over, thought I'd someone more to say."

maybe its true that everything is eclipsed by the moon, the lunacy and madness

its dark already, time to pack up and go home