Grow کے بول

He closed his eyes And was alone He held his hand and felt it grow He had become A gyroscope All wound inside and no control And all the tiny tendrils How they longed for reassurance As the little boxed-in bushes Pay the price of perseverance A wasted day Had come and gone He searched his wrist for extra time And finding none To his remorse He pulled the plug and left for good (instrumental break) He cracked a smile And no one laughed "im just an inside joke," he thought But who was he To say his thing to anyone about this stupid selfish stuff? And all the tiny tendrils How they longed for reassurance As the little boxed-in bushes Pay the price of perseverance He closed his eyes And was afraid He held his hand and felt it grow