Saturday, April 15, 2006

Rebel!!!

Know what!!!! That's what people think of 'people' who have underperformed or over rated or underestimated or judged the necessity of things. I have stooped low enough to laugh at my fate, atleast at some times. That gives me enough space to fall in the large void sucking everyone dry of any hope or ambition or power to keep the thinking switch on. Everyone is continously being put in the transmorgifier,or something that Calvin made out of the open cardboard box. We are all put in private individual cages and daily our powers are pulled away, unkowingly. Its like running through your head, searching for some keywords and removing them completely.
What actually should have been there is completely missing...Everywhere. It has been pulled away from the head and now, no one can think of it. 'It never was there' according to everyone. I have stumbled out somehow and now, I have been caught and put back again..

The brain refuses to comply with the outer powers and I fight against the great monsters as I wait for a new day to dawn. A day where I am allowed to dream. A day where I can think and I can think, a day where my identity is not established. I am waiting for my spring. the piper's calling me to join him. Mass hypnotism moves everyone out of their heads and makes them head towards the destination.
When all are one and one is all, there remains no one. There will remain no you, no me..There will remain no names. There will remain no mistakes. There will remain no powers. We will stop talkin, stop writing and stop thinking.
In my thoughts I have seen rings of smoke through the trees and the voices of those who stand looking. They just look on as the fire takes over and captivates my soul. Am I the only one struggling here??
I give up myself, my posessions, my moments, my memories and my life, but my struggle.. I will struggle till the last synapse stops working. And people, people who look on, do not bother to show sympathy. Look at yourself, you too are withering.
And for the record, I have no idea of style, or design, so stop calling me names. Let me die in peace please.