When
You’re complaining of my hot blood
When
I don’t want to obey the customs
At the same time,
When
Society doesn’t allow me to
Go out of the system
Tell me, what I’d do then
You say that I ‘m a ‘Social Animal’
I say
Society is an organization of animals!
Believe me,
I don’t want to oppose the things
Near to me
When I’m even not able to decide
Not to oppose
You say ‘I am an iconoclast’
Sociologists call it a quarter life crisis
Believe me,
I don’t want to engage myself
In terminologies of Society and Psychology
Now, I’m not going to talk it more
To my friends
You say they are ‘my age’
I see they are in miseries themselves
Tell me, what I’d do then
Believe me,
I don’t wanna escape
I just want to wait for getting understood
The things in proper (by you and me both)
Believe me,
My brain chemistry doesn’t allow me to think it more
Neuralgia has caused to waste a paper, sure
Hey!
I’ve come to know
Mad scientists can freeze our body
With inventions in Cryonics
They can suspend our life
And pain too!
Leave me, alone!
And believe me,
I’m not angry with you
As you’re complaining
Of my blood being hot
I want to get it cold
So cold that,
Before
I come to follow the things
Without reasoning them,
I may get frost!
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sometimes things go against u n sometimes u find urself against things.This kind of mood triggered me to fire like this, last year(Oct,2005).
Monday, September 04, 2006
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