Through the haze of smoke
I find myself lost
Gloating in my past
Trying to live the perfect life.
A life
That goes on and never ends
Towards the infinite that it tends
Careful, at times, reckless
Slow, at times, breathless
In an ultimate effort to evade the fears.
A life
Full of patches
Uneven edges
Torn stitches
Faded threads
In an ultimate effort to make the perfect(!) collage.
It is this life that I live
Hopes, false hopes, far flung hopes
Yet I believe!
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We "Believe" and that is what keeps us going...
ReplyDeleteA good one....Never given a gyaan n never will just an answer to your thoughts -Yes :)
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