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May 2011
Its time to write something new.
Its time for me to move on.
Step up
Clear the rest.
Its time for me to
Make my world come to me.

I wait for a second
To think of what I did.
Never did I think of wrong or right.
All I thought was what others want.
All I thought was what I want.
Under the covers of this bright mind,
Lies the sly me,
Sometimes unable to do what I think.

Sometimes I just run through old books,
Old drawers.
Always in a search of a new.
Always finding something,
Thats always been hidden.
I get desperate
When I can't.

The people I've been with,
The people I know,
The old faces flash by,
Leaving behind the horrible thoughts.
I feel like shooting these thoughts out,
Before they actually **** me.
The restlessness of achieving something happy,
Just keeps growing in me day by day.

I live on a few other lives,
But sometimes I can't get enough,
Sometimes I just feel I had more lives
Attached to mine.
The truth bites me hard.
But its something I just can't change,
Its something that has been planned for me.

Its like a crossword.
Each word crosses the other,
Uses the other,
To become something meaningful.
But always takes the credit,
Without a single word of appreciation.

Thats how the world has become today.
Careless, insensitive, hard and emotionless;
Those like me are hard to survive long.
If I will I won't be the same person.
I see that I'm losing myself now,
The flesh just tears off my body.

Is it just a thought?
Or a reality I don't want to face?
Are these the words of the wise?
Or am I imagining them?
I feel like running away!
But thats not what I want to do....
I want to change things,
Make them work the way I want,
Make some suffer and some happy.

Trying to wake up to things
Before its too late.
jayeti anand
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