Monday, March 30, 2009 ; 10:42 PM
Trapped.
when the very thing you want to try is impossible.
when the inky void seems all-consuming
when the right profession suddenly seems wrong
one that you don't care for
days with no daylights or sunsets,
unspoken games
whispers that dart about
a sinister air suffocates
it reeks of power and of fame
insecurity is feeding the frenzy
a deep breath is all you take
plunging back into reality
a mask of obedience and perfection
another day
another time
a broken record
Dreaming of a new day ahead!;
Just making my way through the crowd