When the pressure mounts... Of unknown circumstances Of unknown terrains Of unknown chaotic environments... Just try to creep in to The dreamy world The dreamy shelf Full of dreamy moments And happy thoughts... Out of the gloomy world And melancholy moments What can't be done And can't be mend Bygones are bygones And those uncertain days The shell which you can't break Can't understand their alien ways Can't break the shackles Be in it, to fight with it To understand what you are born for Your umpteen calls will be unanswered Or replied with the reminder Of understanding your worth And finish the tasks. Have a dream of coming out of The barriers of Matrix And sail through the vacuum To reach unknown happiest world To the stage where everything is just Motionless, still and void.