The Vagabond

It was a sunday morning
It all seemed dizzy
Last night was fabulous
Today world is nebulous

Lips are all tied up
Smiles seem dried up
The eyes are asking
where am I heading?

Have I lost the sight
Have I given up the fight
Am I still sober?
It seems to be over

Everything seems to be dead
For the breathing blockhead
So, it all went in vain
None understood my deep pain