Bazaar

All the doors are locked
All the routs got blocked
All my hopes got fucked.

All the dreams faded out
All the passions dried out
All the seconds burnt out.

No choice is mine
Fortune is against me
No way to change.

Wasting my days
Destroying the nights
Forcing me to sell
All the seconds of life
Approaching to the end
By waiting for the change
Feeling the death
Selling moments

Living is wasting of life
Hereafter's prosperity... By suffering the moments.