When you miss me I'll be gone
No farewell, no tear filled goodbye
Nothing but space between what you knew
And what you thought you knew
When you miss me I'll be gone
To a time and space along a journey that is mine
I can't take you with me, when you miss me
I'll be gone, gone from a place I never was
When I'm gone I won't say goodbye
I'll fade to another existence on an existential plain
To the recess of your mind, soon to be a mundane to and fro
Pacing, marking time to transcendence, marching to nirvana
When you miss me I'll be gone
It won't matter that you miss me
I'll be gone.
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, January 10, 2013
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