When did I get here
When did me time become we time;
When did I start to care
When did me become us
When did I give a fuck
When did choices of convince, become so damn inconvenient
When did quiet time get so loud
When did drinking for pleasure, become drinking away the pain
When did the sanctuary of home, become a prison
When did this get ruined
When did my thoughts become so loud
When did this happen; did I sleep through it all
When did I get here
When did my happy place become unhappy
When did I lose me and in you
When did my free spirit become caged
When did unattached become attached, now feeling too detached
When did reality become a nightmare
When did life become living, now merely existing
When did sleeping to rest, become sleeping for rest.
When did this happen, when did I get here?
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.
Monday, April 1, 2013
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