Indelible foot prints on the shore of my mind
Memories seared and left behind
Chance meetings, glances exchanged
Whirl wind experiences, psyches scathed
Recollections of convenient tryst linger
Conspicuous liaisons of paramours
Unabated unhindered surrender to desire
Remnants of reminiscing rush with wonder
What was will be, only good for memories
Save thoughts of what is, what is going to be
Embrace now, what it could be
Nothing is lost that is kept in memories
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.
Sunday, February 21, 2010
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