By junaid---redknight770@hotmail.com
Date: 26 February 2001
Running from destiny
The hopelessness of this world amazes me. The helplessness disturbs me. Everwhere we turn, everywhere we look, sheep is all we see. All we see is ourselves. Clinging to each other as if we were cowering away from a fearful being. All of us, too scared to open ourselves to this world; to open our eyes to this existence and to take pleasure in the nothingness of our surroundings. To take joy and to embrace the emptiness of this mass paranoia called life. But yet, our premature instincts makes us shiver and feel alone. The bravest of us say, "we fear nothing". Yet, its the nothingness that keeps us in close groups. Huddled by the campfire, frightened by a demon that we have created. Jumping at the sounds that we have created. For what is this world, what is this reality but our imaginations lacking creativity? All of our perceptions, all of our conceptions defined for us; given to us...for us...to accept and to placate the disturbances inside of us; to ease the rumblings in our concious. To control the bitterness of this world. Yet, the bitter taste of this reality always remains. The bitterness is us. All the world's a stage and we are the fools tripping over ourselves. Imagine the laughter of the Gods. A blank world given to us to create and we run away screaming. The painter terrified of a blank canvas; The write in fear of an empty sheet of paper; the shepard scared of his sheep. We have let our nightmares overcome us and we have let our fears control us. And because of that, we will always be lost. The hoplessness of this world acknowledges me. The helplessness defines me...
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