Twisted Fantasy

i think about the spaces, look at several faces
turn around and see, in future what would i be?
i have many interests, when my mind truly rests
sometimes really confused, my brain gets really fused
my thinking is twisted, often my passion gets listed
it's just about my twisted fantasy, the approach is really fancy
i sit on my PC, when my mind tells me see see
all possible options for me, these ideas make me free
confusion prevails all over, i should rather take a shower
because we're all this frenzy, we all live in this twisted fantasy
my twisted fantasy is dark, it rather sounds like bark
which is loud, like a crowd
just like wrong and right, its one face is black and one is white
the white face makes me fly, the black one makes me cry
it's two in one put together, an ensemble flash of a weather
i get happy i get sad, my twisted fantasy makes me mad
my twisted fantasy is still beautiful, i hope my life will be dutiful
i can have an elegant life, with my hand holding a knife
with which i'll cut the bad portion, making my life a sweet devotion
and then my life will not be dark, it'll no more seem like a dog's bark
its clamour will be gone, and euphoric days will be shown
i'm drawing this portrait on a sheet, success will kiss my feet
my fantasy will be lovely, life will not be ugly
the black part will not be there, the white one will remain fair.