Tuesday, 20 September 2011

bent ego

just like an inkblot a speck of dust -a waste of necessary space
try as you might to get rid of it
you won't even notice
the presence
the opinion
the memory
what a brooder
a true blue introvert
lost in one's thoughts
preferring to stay
than face nonchalant reality
with deaf ears and blind eyes
the turning of heads and the unassertive hand
there is no way out
just all in the mind

* i don't even know what i wrote...or do i?.......

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