I thought I was going to be free, even a month back. Never did I think I would be back to the same bullshit. I thought I was going to go ahead with life and I'm still praying I will. These three weeks have being extremely stressful and at the end came a state of indifference where I couldn't care less. It's like I enjoy being a part of the screwed breed and grooving to mediocrity, or perhaps even less.
All I want is an elevator to elevate me to better days in my life. I fell stuck in this dark and scary monochrome. It's almost claustrophobic. I have no idea where I'm gonna land up but where ever it'll be, I know it wont be very blissful but I'll survive.
The question still remains. When these pieces of me go crashing into this viscous sea of life, will the waves of fortune integrate me and elevate me to the 'good life' or will I have to do that myself? Does the good life exist or do we make do with this deception we thing is satisfactory?
Oh, where have you been, my blue-eyed son ?
And where have you been my darling young one ?
I've stumbled on the side of twelve misty mountains
I've walked and I've crawled on six crooked highways
I've stepped in the middle of seven sad forests
I've been out in front of a dozen dead oceans
I've been ten thousand miles in the mouth of a graveyard
And it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard, and it's a hard
It's a hard rain's a-gonna fall.
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