This won't be another morbid interlude dotted with melancholy
It won't be another moment of reclusive escape to wallow in self-pity
No, what is life but a learning experience, and experience has been a good teacher
This will be a melancholic interlude, because love is pain, pain is life
Dotted colorfully with callous frivolity and emotional vacancy
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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