And just another monday came..
He was late,like always,but he couldnt care less..
Alarms,for him,were always a mess..
He swooped out of his luxurious bed..
So luxurious,that people would kill for it..
Dressed up in a while,and walked out..
Of his multi-million pound mansion..
Towards his wheeled mean luxury machine ..
His world of immense luxury..
The world he had always dreamt of..
When he was young..
When he used to pass the villas of the super wealthy..
On his tattered motorbike..
Short of money,short of trends,
Short of friends..
But not short of dreams..
And he dreamt of luxury..
When he was young.
Grooving his car,he smiled to himself..
Remembering his old days..
And as he passed his garage..
He looked around to seek a glimpse..
Of his old tattered motorbike..
Kept like an aged queen.
He drove into the city..
Where people ran after him..
A star he was,a young tycoon..
He ruled this city's midnight..
He ruled this city's afternoon.
He donned the most expensive suits..
And smelled of the most exotic scents..
With an air of gods,he walked around..
They called him the player of the royal kents.
A life of fame,and a life of class..
He was everything everyone wanted to be..
And when his wheels drove past the lanes..
He saw women peeking around,for just a look of him..
He went to the biggest of the clubs..
And swam in the prettiest lakes around..
He flew in the best of the chartered flights..
And escaped in the valleys of richest safaris.
In all the parties,he was huddled around..
And girls would wink,on every sight he left free..
If he'd want,for his pleasure and lust..
He couldve waved his hand,and all would come..
Just to be with him once,to touch him,to smell him..
But he never did.
A magnificent life,he lived they said..
A brilliant dream,he reaped they said..
But they didnt know,at the end of the day..
He drove back home,to be home alone..
Sipped some wine,with no one to cheer it with..
He looked out of the window,and saw his life revolve..
And looked around,at his luxurious dome..
And remembered the day,she left him back on his own..
And he earned the world,to replace the seed she'd sown..
But now tonight,and everynight..
He wondered and thought,if it could,or might..
Replace the heart,he dumped which in the ground..
And is it all worth,of not having her around?
He was late,like always,but he couldnt care less..
Alarms,for him,were always a mess..
He swooped out of his luxurious bed..
So luxurious,that people would kill for it..
Dressed up in a while,and walked out..
Of his multi-million pound mansion..
Towards his wheeled mean luxury machine ..
His world of immense luxury..
The world he had always dreamt of..
When he was young..
When he used to pass the villas of the super wealthy..
On his tattered motorbike..
Short of money,short of trends,
Short of friends..
But not short of dreams..
And he dreamt of luxury..
When he was young.
Grooving his car,he smiled to himself..
Remembering his old days..
And as he passed his garage..
He looked around to seek a glimpse..
Of his old tattered motorbike..
Kept like an aged queen.
He drove into the city..
Where people ran after him..
A star he was,a young tycoon..
He ruled this city's midnight..
He ruled this city's afternoon.
He donned the most expensive suits..
And smelled of the most exotic scents..
With an air of gods,he walked around..
They called him the player of the royal kents.
A life of fame,and a life of class..
He was everything everyone wanted to be..
And when his wheels drove past the lanes..
He saw women peeking around,for just a look of him..
He went to the biggest of the clubs..
And swam in the prettiest lakes around..
He flew in the best of the chartered flights..
And escaped in the valleys of richest safaris.
In all the parties,he was huddled around..
And girls would wink,on every sight he left free..
If he'd want,for his pleasure and lust..
He couldve waved his hand,and all would come..
Just to be with him once,to touch him,to smell him..
But he never did.
A magnificent life,he lived they said..
A brilliant dream,he reaped they said..
But they didnt know,at the end of the day..
He drove back home,to be home alone..
Sipped some wine,with no one to cheer it with..
He looked out of the window,and saw his life revolve..
And looked around,at his luxurious dome..
And remembered the day,she left him back on his own..
And he earned the world,to replace the seed she'd sown..
But now tonight,and everynight..
He wondered and thought,if it could,or might..
Replace the heart,he dumped which in the ground..
And is it all worth,of not having her around?
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