Identity Not exactly what you may guess But I often think I’m this and I’m that. I’m not what I think I’m Rather an entity confined Within the outline youve approved. Sometime I agitate within myself Try to step out and soon escape to become free from this monotonous trap. Sometime I wish to demolish with might My icon you have so perceived. I wish I become this and I become that Not exactly what you may guess. I wish, I dream and I fantasize I’m becoming someone, a real someone else. Till I come back to home defeated to my comfortable identity approved. Unknown
Posted on: Sun, 27 Apr 2014 15:22:08 +0000