Rush to Glee

Rush, that adrenalin gushes through,

through those vessels, just like you speeding on back road, or that expressway, in that early morning dew

Why does it stop? Why does it make us the better of who we are?

Science could answer that, but I know for a fact its a good feeling brother

That sudden hit to your brain, when you see your girl with him,

or she sees you cheating on her, in that rickshaw, car, FUCK YOU SIN

What happens next is something you wish you never spoke off,

just let those memories pass by, just like another random fuck

Hate it when she calls you a mockery or a disgrace,

You only catered to her well being, in this life where you're treated as waste

These emotions, EMOtions, whatever you call it man,

Are attached to you like that essential file on gmail, which you can't remove nor ignore pal

They RUSH in from an epicenter being the brain or a heart, a question yet not answered,

fuck science, handle yourself, and learn how to be your master

Or you'd be stripped in front of your eyes with the world looking and fucking laughing you down,

Get up, run and remove yourself each time you feel you drown

RUSH by the trees and the cars across the road with those ear plugs shoved in,

and listen to your favorite song, just like what I am, while writing this note, friend! :)

You're all alone, only if you choose that option of out those 3,

The other being HAPPINESS AND GLORY, come on decide soon, because waiting on that table is the glass full of glee :D