2/2/2010
When I’m laid amidst the deafening crowd, with the slightest budge… with not a wink,
I’m conversing with myself……. Let me think!
When I’m stranded between lost paths, with the confused grimace… with a daze,
I’m fighting with myself……. Let me choose!
When I’m faced with 1000 piercing eyes, with the coy smile... with shaky legs,
I’m rummaging for words….. Let me speak!
Living in a world caught up in the mesh of dying souls and inevitable changes… LET ME BE MYSELF!
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