What do you want?
I do not know
This question asked, the answer unsure
What do you want, repeated again
Temporarily frozen by mysterious restraint
What do you want, a step, then hush
Silence, a blush
Questions no more
What do you want?
In a hurried rush the answer rings out
I want more
I have of late taken the view that no matter how rebellious, unconventional, non-conformist we would like to think ourselves, we are at some point always part of a similar grouping of people. We are never truly leaders, but followers. Followers, I prefer to refer to us as sheep; because at one point or another in our life we are all sheep. This is a place to express myself, vent my frustration with the sheepdom, and relieve my boredom. It is my therapy for all that contributes to my neurosis.
Thursday, August 6, 2009
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