A Curious Mind W(o/a)nders

Tuesday, April 04, 2006

Feeling Life...

That whiff of fresh air,
When tedium is the steady wind…

Smell of the eccentric,
When convention is the accepted fragrance;

Free falls into the abyss,
Even as mobs ceaselessly rush to the top;

Giving it all up,
Just like that…just because you no longer believe in it…

The sparkle of the doomed genius,
Even as prim bulls charge ahead;

Feeling Life, when everybody is busy living it…


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