Saturday, March 9, 2013

Desperation at its finest.

I go through day by day letting my dreams slip away,
I have so many things in my mind but only too little to say.
I’m an adept dreamer, nonchalant in a way,
I drift through darkness to capture its ray.
When did things get so complicated?
My childhood dreams feel violated,
My life feels so planned, directed,
Not by me, a stranger is elected.
Say what you need to,
Do what you need to do,
I won’t rip me apart for you,
It’s my time, you’ve missed your Que.

Posted 11 months ago on
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