All the way down to trail it up,
above the reason of uncertainty..
bare faces to shred over here,
just waiting for l'il more satisfaction.
every single discount is the real count,
to back up the process of becoming..
I've that much required,
except some traces..
stuck my brain ad nauseam.,
my probing efforts,
nagging over some futile trends..
everything is crooked,
cynical trends already scorned,
but this austerity , my belief,
contemplating my destiny,
with properity and dignity...
The point, I think about , Expands quickly...
but the space , over which it expands,
I feel sandwiched somewhere between the limits of heaven and hell...
So, Here I am, trying to rout out the limits...
Tuesday, December 10, 2013
Challenges...
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