I'm not a good man. If someone calls me a nice guy, that person is in need of a thorazine drip.
I'm not some patriot who would walk down the green mile exulting at the prospect of becoming a celebrated martyr. I do the work I do, not in answer to a higher calling, but for the dough it brings in.
25 years may not be much from the perspective of someone sitting on the outer fringes of the cosmos, or even a figure with mind-blowing potential on the number system, but it means a lot to someone who has lived them from a frigid, overcast day in the winter of 1982 to a day when people, both big and small, look up to me.
But it's not worth much if you can't face yourself in the mirror. A man sold his soul for a selfish perverted cause. And then he tried to wash away his guilt. Tried to drown it in a lifetime of good deeds and a sea of respectability. It almost worked, too. But inevitably, the further you run from your sins, the more exhausted you are when they catch up to you. And they do. Certain. It will not fail.
They say when someone dies in the throes of a powerful rage, a curse is born. One that is capable of consuming others in its fury... Even after death... And I want Death on a bright Sunday afternoon... When there is not a cloud in the sky... Eyes closed, arms open and a heart at peace...
We love someone, we miss someone and we reach out to them... But so many times, we reach out solely because we fear being alone, we fear dying alone... Life is not so much of a FairyTale, is it?
Whenever I have done something, I have spent days agonizing over whether I should be doing it... And a part of me always knew that if I did not do it, I would regret not doing it... And I did not want to have regrets... That was one burden I did not want on my conscience...
All I wanna do is close my eyes and let my tears take me home.
Mood: Dreamy
Music: But it Rained - Parikrama
I'm not some patriot who would walk down the green mile exulting at the prospect of becoming a celebrated martyr. I do the work I do, not in answer to a higher calling, but for the dough it brings in.
25 years may not be much from the perspective of someone sitting on the outer fringes of the cosmos, or even a figure with mind-blowing potential on the number system, but it means a lot to someone who has lived them from a frigid, overcast day in the winter of 1982 to a day when people, both big and small, look up to me.
But it's not worth much if you can't face yourself in the mirror. A man sold his soul for a selfish perverted cause. And then he tried to wash away his guilt. Tried to drown it in a lifetime of good deeds and a sea of respectability. It almost worked, too. But inevitably, the further you run from your sins, the more exhausted you are when they catch up to you. And they do. Certain. It will not fail.
They say when someone dies in the throes of a powerful rage, a curse is born. One that is capable of consuming others in its fury... Even after death... And I want Death on a bright Sunday afternoon... When there is not a cloud in the sky... Eyes closed, arms open and a heart at peace...
We love someone, we miss someone and we reach out to them... But so many times, we reach out solely because we fear being alone, we fear dying alone... Life is not so much of a FairyTale, is it?
Whenever I have done something, I have spent days agonizing over whether I should be doing it... And a part of me always knew that if I did not do it, I would regret not doing it... And I did not want to have regrets... That was one burden I did not want on my conscience...
All I wanna do is close my eyes and let my tears take me home.
Mood: Dreamy
Music: But it Rained - Parikrama
Yeah, I like it!!
ReplyDeleteYou are so spot on with that assessment.
People want to love because they think the love they get back will 'complete' them, will fill the empty hole inside, then when it inevitably fails to live up their imagination's desire, they blame the other person.
One must love one self first.