there is so much that is going on within me these days..
i dont know if i am happy or if i am sad
I dont know why i feel this way
for all i know something somewhere is really wrong...
I can no longer be the free-spirited bird that flies high in the sky
neither can I be the river that flows unperturbed
I know i cant be the real me anymore
for all i know something somewhere is really wrong...
somewhere I am lost, which I dont want to be
I dont want to be lost among the millions of stars..
I dont want to be a grain of sand in the vast desert
I dont want to be a drop in the ocean
all I want to be is 'ME'
I dont know why I cant,
cos I know something somewhere is really wrong...

Comments

AS... said…
hehe... i dont think i can call it a poem..just random thoughts pouring out when I've got nothing better to do than fret about life :)
December 3, 2007 at 8:34 AM
kumsbal said…
i can see..why do u think i asked the question in the first place :)
December 3, 2007 at 8:37 AM
kumsbal said…
i hv the same habit.. henceeeee...
December 3, 2007 at 8:42 AM
Unknown said…
I'm impressed arps!!!!
January 16, 2008 at 1:46 AM
Unknown said…
I'm pretty impressed arps!! like it! dint know this side of u existed!!
January 16, 2008 at 1:49 AM
Unknown said…
I'm pretty impressed Arps!! like it!! dint know this side existed in u!!!
January 16, 2008 at 1:50 AM
Unknown said…
I'm impressed Arps!! like it!! Dint know this side existed in u!
January 16, 2008 at 1:51 AM
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