Long long ago

Long ago before I was even conceived, i was composed from birth to death and I am seeing thinking doing accordingly.
I sought independence and freedom. But I have none.
It is impossible to show who I am. My silence is my only show of me.
Unfortunately that power I shall not have ever. I have no control. 

I am victim without choice but the who is not. I have to think without choice evil thoughts of others along with mine. I have to assume none knows or seeing again without choice.

what a cast of illusion! I am drugged there is not an iota of sanity.

I thoroughly hopeless. moments after moments life after life. This situation never ever going to change.

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