Monday, September 5, 2011

Dead Man Speaking


Is this your dream?
Then live it extreme
The world in itself is hallucinating
Why move another inch?
Why die while the fight’s still obscene?

Do you fear to lose again?
Tell me how it feels to win a game
Tell me how to desire and end in shame
Tell me whatever for the excuses are lame
Yet I ask, can you hear the siren?

Hush,” Silence”, said the other man
Are you asking me “which man?” Don’t you know?
Oh, please. The same man who is beside you and beside me. Always. He is staring at everything that is happening to you. But he behaves like he doesn’t care. Oooo he has that attitude…”I-just-know-too-much.” He will have that smile on his lips which is a way of saying ,’hey brother, how stupid your comments are!’
But trust me, he is listening to every word you are uttering. He is thinking much more about you than you actually are about yourself. He believes that he is a thinker and how much he prides himself on that! ha ha.
He has his own vision of this world. But don’t be mistaken! He is rather clever. He knows how this world functions. He will come to you when you feel low and say “yeah even I have the same problems” but it’s too late when you realize he never had those problems. So why does he lie? Not to make you any weaker, you already are at your worst and hence seek consolation. He lies so that you don’t feel the urge to push the demons, so that you don’t try to become any stronger which you are absolutely capable of.
It haunts you when you have finally known this man but invariably it’s a little too late every time. It is even more painful when others will ask you to learn from that man how to succeed. They will think he’s a genius of some sort.
 Have you realized who the man is? You must have. It’s you I was talking about.
                            Dust is what I’m made of
                            Layers within and outside
                            But this dust is too thick
                            A ghost, hungry and juvenile.
                            I see where it comes from
                            I see the shadows of life
                             Aha there are so many
                             So many wannabe parasites.
                             Yes, you know, you are dirty
                             What can you possibly hide from me?

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