Blame it on Nostradamus!!

Spoof or be duped, may glory be yours
let go of inhibitions, toss them aside
live your dreams, shed nightmares
lick lollipops, roll candies 'n gums,
blow your trumpets, beat the drums
dance to the calypsos, drench in the rain,
sneeze aloud, bug the crowd,
go late to the office, be early at the bar.
send dress codes to the cleaners, etiquettes to the trash
live life king-size...


Spend the last penny on the ride of your life
be first in the queue for the ultimate space ride
say goodbye to the world, as the countdown begins
ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five, four, three, two, one, zero
is it the beginning of the end or end of the beginning?
the bloody mosquito cuts short the journey
a loud-mouthed wife, shrieks "breakfast is ready"
boss calls up "you are late for the meeting"
the book on your chest crashes to the ground
its title mocks at your fool's paradise
you chuck the book afar out of sight
cursing Nostradamus for his foolish postuwrites
the world was to be doomed last night he'd said
how sad he wasn't right...


Don't feel so doomed, if you've run out of toothpaste
the laundry be undone, why be in haste
don't scurry to the office. why break your sweat?
it's ok, if you are a bit late
crash into his cabin, say hello to your Boss
don't swallow his bullshit, shake hands
if he dares to ask, "why are you late?"
blame it on Nostradamus,
my dear mate!!

raj (sublime_ocean)