A Faded Tune of a Far Away Song

All I wanted to do is lip-sync, you may say In my tiny room, in my own time, as you may say Your wish is my command, is it not? Who will say that they are nominated people for welfare? Not to discriminate, not to dominate for a nonending perennial time. Be it a film actor Be it an anchor Or Be it the president. I am loosing myself in your eclipse of total recall An autobiographical whim. Know for sure, I never needed or never will need your autograph. As a song is fading in you too.. A faded tune of a far away song. On a melancholic enigmatic evening. Which is felt only moments before to bid farewell.