Living divided and fragmented,
Avoid you from yourself,
Building aridity in your trail.
Each step driven by fear inside,
Quietly feeding on you coward,
The pain they inflict is your diet.
"Hypnotized," your mother says,
"Lost in emotions," friends whisper,
Fearing kiss the lips of reality,
Consciously indulging rascals,
Ruling the kingdom of ambiguity,
In thee no desire and no direction.
An aimless passing of life.
Do not look back, enjoy the tour ...
Wednesday, September 15, 2010
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