Compliance destroys ambition, shatters dreams makes you slave around like cattle. Break out of your shell, act on your instincts give life a direction, a meaning, a purpose. Rebel
Restless, i prowl the corridors craving for the first spray of rain. An insomniac, a recluse in a crowd, the garb of happiness i feign. In the wave of humanity i long for a touch ,anticipating, all in vain. Withering from the insides, in melancholy i still remain.
1 comment:
dnt quite agree with life needing a direction ... i prefering wandering/exploring :P
different perceptions eh?
Post a Comment