Amidst...\m/...

There was the time where one do not think much of a concern over matters. There was the moment where one does not give a damn of what is going on. There was the moment when nothing was of your concern and everything goes with the flow as how you ride on with the wind. There was a moment when everything is just so pure and free that one could smile without a cause and a reason.

The moment that was once so less enduring, so little of what is to bother. Hearing the tick of the clock, seeing the dust in the illumination of a light. Everything in the consciousness of what is happening at that very moment. How the test of time have devour those capabilities. The reality that is to be known, to be labeled by many but to a few it was not. The path of growth, to the end of growth, one face the each moment and ever increasing to what is to be thought. Distractions, complications, feud, conflict, discontented etc etc etc, had it not create a wall to how one should truly live. This is the reality of what is spoken of by many, being bothered and to bother once again and again repetitively, never to be solved because of what we seek for ones survival until all became into the likes machines, many became the same as one another. Survival, to stay alive and to stay in comfort, happiness is gain when one is happy, but never happiness could occur to one when all around them are discontented. A plague of emotions, a plague of expectations seek by the society.

A wall is built by you, you are built by society. To create a reality in what you live in created by non other but those around you. Have one lost the sense of reality to a parallel reality? Embody the pressure of what is around you, by what you want but not you need, or what you think you need which is just your wants. To put yourself in a situation where there is no way out, to choose one for the other, to choose a matter over matter or to have all in your grasp. Have we lost the sense of freedom where we once felt a decade back or so? As one ride into the new world order of their age, will be the moment that define them as a person of what they ought to become. What they ought to choose to do. One tend to miss out the true essence of their own amidst the chaos that ensues...\m/...

Vague...\m/...

The deep hollow grave,
Once dug it was,
To the morning glory it once shown,
Down upon my throne,
In the wake of a gentle calm,
Ride on the saddle that I mount,
Traverse the land by foot,
The sea by ship,
And the sky by wings,
To ride forth to the fountain of dreams,
Where I see myself flow with the streams,
Down once again it fell through the rocks,
It is where I lay to rot,
For I fall deep into the hollow grave,
A never-ending fall from my grace,
Shadow in the mist of vague,
Where everything was in vain,
Fade to black my demise is met,
In the hands of emptiness,
I lie there motionless...\m/...