"Is this a real life?
Is this just fantasy?
caught in a landslide,
No escape from reality
open your eyes ;
look up to the skies,
and see"
Epiphany.Finally came across a word to start off with.Thank you Google some of us,you are the closest thing to The Father In Heaven.Hope you aren't offended by my choice of words.It is odd.Especially coming from a person who spent 14 years of his life in a Christian school.What's the fuss about?About being The Trapped..The one Trapped by ideas.The initial impulse of having an idea so genuine,so new.that you want to scream it out to the rest of the world.Your instincts go haywire helping create the illusion that of ingenuity. And all of a sudden,you discover,that somebody else has thought this up.Epiphany.
The kick.The unavoidable jolt of reality.The world which seemed to have been revolving around you comes to a halt.But the music doesn't stop.Obscurity.Like a coin which you casually withdrew from your pocket for a simple binary choice:Only to realize about its insincerity when it landed and stayed on its edge.Ideas which conceive inside you with fake promises of an elevation from your melancholy blues.
"Dont stop me now! "your insides are gushing as you drift like a true lucid dreamer into deeper and more challenging aspects of the dream you have weaved,A cage.A cage epitomizing of the limits.The few books you've read.The countable places you've visited.
What you deemed to be your accomplishments appear silly and sleazy.And your tendency to orchestrate more seriousness into it brings out how pathetic you are.
Accept the fact.You are an average Joe.Or a Jane.You fit in.Snugly.Its just that you don't want to accept that.'Cos Your experiences tell you otherwise.There is faith.Faith that tomorrow is going to be fresh;that all will be well tomorrow. :)
#ListeningToQueen
