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?
Hope you
enjoyed your biography.
Autograph…
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