When people ask you, you got time to write huh.. you got time to write. You choose to scribble some lines over the chores.. You choose to be poetic instead of being practical.
The debate when is with someone you know speaks an absolutely foreign tongue.. you lose the moment you try to show them what you see. You lose because all you address here is the deafness. This deafness is not curable.
The people so idiotically naïve about life and its eccentricities.. And, they crowd you. They are all over the place. The grin runs a chill down my spine.
How do you light a spark in those dead smiling eyes? Blind eyes have a light so bright, but a blind mind is like a tomb, dead and blank.
The debate when is with someone you know speaks an absolutely foreign tongue.. you lose the moment you try to show them what you see. You lose because all you address here is the deafness. This deafness is not curable.
The people so idiotically naïve about life and its eccentricities.. And, they crowd you. They are all over the place. The grin runs a chill down my spine.
How do you light a spark in those dead smiling eyes? Blind eyes have a light so bright, but a blind mind is like a tomb, dead and blank.
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