What if we are living a lie? We are just puppets of a higher Master, Every soul with its own. Some crazed, some hazed, some elated with emotions and some drowned in the sorrow of perfection Every air we breathe is control and measured, Every tear we shed is just salt and water Trying to break free only leads to entangling ourselves Some patience with their toys tries to soothe the knot While others simply cut the cord and move on to the next Jumbled up between these strings we forget, there is no Destiny It’s the whims and fancies and a chaotic rhythm that we dance to. The realm of truth is so far and beyond as even our imagination is obliged to our puppeteers. Don’t blame the star, don’t blame the past, simple as it may sound go with the flow.
Posted on: Tue, 26 Aug 2014 14:37:22 +0000
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