The reasons we've forged out of unreason
Adding meaning where there was meant to be none
Painting a make-believe goal, forging a dream
With bits of tinsel, blobs of paint and lies
Pretending to not know that the road ahead
Loops around and brings us back right here
Calling it a journey, stringing beads of hope
While all we do is to count time as it passes
On the rosary of uneventful days and years
Burnt dreams, ashes of hopes and nauseous time
About Me
- Me.
- An amateur blogger, rather technophobic and always jittery. Unsure about most things and confused about the rest.
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