Talk to me
What if there was no lieNothing wrong, nothing rightWhat if there was no timeAnd no reason, or rhymeWhat if you should decideThat you don't want me there by your sideThat you don't want me there in your lifeWhat if I got it wrongAnd no poem or song Could put right what I got wrongOr make you feel I belong::What if by coldplay::
I'm listening to coldplay and there’s a lot I wanna talk about but i’m not sure if I wanna go ahead and talk about it.things seem to be moving at a languid pace..or is it just me.., cocooned in my own mirrored world where all I see is me until I come upto that one supposedly faulty mirror which is actually a window to the outer world..and I stop.i stop in my tracks..who am I ? where am I ..? where do I figure out there..? is this me..?
have the people around me changed ?
have things changed ?
have I changed..?
did I ask for it…?
My rational self urges me to shout out loud…”I sure as hell did not”
But a part of me begs to differ.
Talk to me.
Nope. I sure as hell ain’t saying that I’m a walking-talking exemplar of all the afore-mentioned attributes…
Fear.its here ,its there ..its everywhere.its in you .its in me…and lemme take the liberty of saying that fear plays a pivotal role in decion making. feel free to disagree if you wish too..cos I couldn’t care less…
The only solution I see is to attack fear head long…just look it in the eye and overpower it before it overpowers you…
I’m in one of those moods…hope you dimwits get it…but if you don’t ..then I feel sorry for you..!
Before I lose control and write all crap…I may just as well..sign off..