A weird feel,
an undoubtful heal..
tears not meant to fall,
why would i hear wen there's no call...?
Call not heard,
makes things absurd.
bullshit makes me smile,
i have come a mile.
meet the loner soul,
sinkin deep in the hole.
The harder i tend to try,
the more it makes me cry.
whenever i end up being nice,
more i uncover people like ice.
you would think they are there-solid,
shams worthy of absolutely no bid.
Journey meant to a distant land,
boulevard paved with troubles grand.
not that it is an impossible take,
though shingles on the way cause a wait.
and sometime slithers a demotivating vigor,
that aids fiasco in the head to trigger.
At times life feels like a fantasy,
at times its nothing less than venom,
however, how should i take it and move?
Well that i am yet to reckon!
(Written i think Jan 9 2007)
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