Story; lie; thought.

Here’s the story.

The f’n story.

You take a pinch of fears & tears and mix them with dreams;

You realise that some dreams are forever gone and some lie on the verge of actions that are deemed extreme

You take the few that require compromise

And use them as rationalisation to not do them

You make sure that the ones that don’t require even that are never discussed or even thought of;

Where would you be if you could see you?

Who would you be if you could be you?

Each sentence, thought, phrase, verse, an already done rebooted rehashed regurgitated amalgamation of words that are not yours.

Said in different ways while remaining the same.

Their is only so much a man can feel before he withers away

There are only so many emotions that are possible to have.

The biggest travesty of the human mind is it has innumerable thoughts, few emotions and fewer actions.

Here’s the lie.

The f’n lie.

You will be saved.

There is no saving; we are doomed by the natural urge to save ourselves.

Any selfless act has an ulterior selfish motive

Even love is a selfish act. I love her cause what i get back from her in return makes me feel better.

The mother monkey jumping on the drowning baby monkey: is that what we are finally?

Is this the biggest failure of humanity?

There is no other way to explain the tears, hate and lack of humanity in today’s times.

It has always existed. but then where is the progress if we are still as hateful, vile & inhuman as all those same men of eons past?

Here’s the thought.

The f’n thought.

Run away. Run to the hills that have not been polluted yet by the industrial bigots

Run to the beaches where you can see your feet.

Run to the fields that have crops that still have a spine

Run away from the masquerade that you call work.

Run to lips that yearn for yours’.

Run home that does not exist anymore.

Run to the truth.