Eyes wide shut looking up
They say give it to me, I want it so much
Teeth barely visible through beaten lips
Mouth opens, tongues fail to speak
The face a canvas of pleasure less pain
Bodies refrain, but not much again
Open up let it out, release ecstasy with a shout
I want it, I need it, there is no doubt
Give me it all, stop holding out.
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.
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