by Pajums » 05 Feb 2017, 15:57 Well here I am, so many things to do, yet I choose to back off from my responsibilities; a man-child on loose unwilling to co-operate or return back home. We are all rebels, each one of us, rebel for a reason or for a purpose, denying to back off, marking our stand. In this new time, where everyone is assumed to act as a perfect collaboration to run and maintain the gears on this uncanny society, how can people like me can serve?
Sometimes this all seems like an illusion and running from the gasps of reality via every means possible seems the only legit way to evade this horror of losing our identity which establishes all the emotions and feelings that combined forms this soul residing in this body.
Hope is all that we need but this mind which is never at ease fail to accept it.
I met people who try to help me and this poem is a representation of a conversation between a dyslexic person and his girl friend.
- Perish these horrors, for the only judge is you,
To decide, to promote, these actions you do.
God give me the strength to stand on my feet,
Give me a hope to survive tomorrow,
Broken is my faith, burdened by exceptions,
Acceptance is the only way left for salvation.
Blurred is reality, so is my vision,
I still fail to distinguish between friends and fictions.
Stand up, and take your ground,
For they can guide you, get you through.
But the path to walk,
The rules to be followed,
Its all up to you.
(* sorry i don't want to sound self-obsessed, but I am)
