Full of what is called nothing.. The day begins.. Stuck in a random pattern sound like an oxymoron.. And ceratinly it feels like one too.. Hail you for not realising it.. i feel it every second.. and probably a count which is faster than it.. smaller than it too.. fool in the city of tall people.. i am small.. scattered and sold.. for nothing.. the same nothing i begin my day with.. i don't even begin it.. That would give me a choice.. it begins on its own.. everytime, everyday.. and never comes to an end when i want it to be..
Fuelled with rampages and scorn rolls of twisted faith.. who says i am flowing with it.. well i am stuck with it for sure.. complacency.. sheer complacency.. i walk the streets of the city everyday.. same roads, same city.. i walk the same way feeling the same way.. u say its different.. i fail to see how.. oh may be u mean different faces everyday.. but they look the same.. setting their lives in the same track called the big city life..
U get urself a deal.. i get myself a feel..
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