Where are we headed to? Is our moral compass aligned the right way? How far are we willing to go before we decide to turn back? Are we ready to risk everything for one rash moment of discovery? We're all full of unanswered questions, aren't we?
What am i doing here? I often wake to this question. A part of me eggs me on to continue sleeping and not pay heed to the question, while the music player is playing......
"......No one knows what it's like
To be the bad man
To be the sad man
Behind blue eyes....."
The other part, forget it, that's an entirely different story.
What makes some people rise above the system, to defy, to challenge, to live, to die? Can a few molecules of the right chemical in the right spot in our brain make us do the right thing? Is it so simple or is it a veneer?
Nothing is what it seems to be, everything an illusion. The only thing real is the fake. Life is just a waiting game, a real bitch. When death seems a far more hospitable friend than life, you know you've ventured out the wrong way of a one-way street.
Some days are bright and beautiful but most are tiring, unforgiving. Some are full of pleasant surprises but most are nasty sidekicks. And there are some when you're invincible, godlike, bursting with energy. You want to do something, be somebody, when you truly feel alive.
I'm a rock, i'm an island..... I have my books, and my poetry to protect me.....
People..Yes, people are all hypocrites........ Yes..... You can't not be one of them when you're one of them, ain't it?
In my spare time, I'm an architect. I like building castles in the air, tall strong ones, up on a hill with a moat around and a drawbridge......
