Endless waves rush to the shore rising up high, only to falter while I wonder,why my life now hinges on the strict orders. Leave me be, on this night, under the crescent moonlight;
I am tired of marching on a straight line, according to others' time. This way, and that, that way and this, optimize to be more efficient!
Instead, I stand frozen and paralyzed, unable to envision the best way to tie a bike to the rack; or to tuck the sheets in bed.
My insides ache, and my mind hesitates; all my sparkles have been washed away by the precise waves.
1 comment:
now... some things never change, Seema. There's no demise, there's redemption. :D
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