Tambourine Man

Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me,
I'm not sleepy and there is no place I'm going to.
Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me,
In the jingle jangle morning I'll come followin' you.

Sitting in the office cubicle I feel like a sleep deprived idiot bearing the utmost desire to get out and feel the fineness of a free afternoon, lazing around in the hustle bustle of the city streets. I am a working man! What an irony of fate, when I can’t think of following you to the destinations unexplored. I need the sweet music to pervade my skin and provide me with the goodness of being alive.

Though I know that evenin's empire has returned into sand,
Vanished from my hand,
Left me blindly here to stand but still not sleeping.
My weariness amazes me, I'm branded on my feet,
I have no one to meet
And the ancient empty street's too dead for dreaming.
That I don’t know when the empire returned into sand and when it all was

I don’t know when the empire returned into sand and that is what everyone feels, after taking a round trip to self-realization. I have experiences of such kind all the time. Sometimes I find little reason behind actions that I take, and still more, don’t even realize the ‘action’ already executed. It’s just that I can be a silent observer and get blinded by thoughts that run haywire around the sky. At this moment I can visualize standing in the cool breeze blowing for impending storm, looking at the black cloud borderline where the sun rays make a dull lemon chiffon yellow hue which plays with the grey and black of the cloud. And the beauty is too exciting and colourful for dreams to take over the process.