Once while I was driving on the Mulholland Drive
I felt trapped inside the labyrinth of identity.
The spotlight was on my primal fear,
And I found myself searching for the subsequent redemption.

Split into two pieces, my soul
Spirited away, leaving my enemy behind.
Prisoned deep inside the vertigo of apocalypse
I waved for help from strangers as far as the Zodiac.

Devoid of any help from this country
I had no choice but to make
Rage my only primer, as the only pulp left in me was
The atonement from the departed.

Shining from the eternal touched my heart,
Carrying the last memento of hope
And there I discovered a strange love
For this world, this tree of life.

At last, I tried to get out of myself
Which transported me back to the future
My soul by my side making me realise
This is the hallway of inception.

© Rakesh Bal.