Sunday, January 11, 2009
Reluctant to head home straight away, The 4km walk I deliberately took Although completely shagged, I persevered. Kept too much things to myself Pressurized by the thoughts that came in random Causing me to have that night walk home All alone. With no one by my side I felt the slight freedom I walk down that similar route But a longer one than usual Taking my own sweet time The exhaustion is no longer there. Inhaling the cool, fresh air I’ve been longing for. The night breeze that brought ease to my chaotic mind. Friends, School, Family, Life, Religion. Tears welled in my eyes Preventing it from rolling over my cheeks I held back the tears. Refraining myself from breaking down Contradiction. Statements I got almost frequently. “I don’t see the stress in you.” “You seemed to be a stress-free person.” How true is that? I’m wondering myself. No doubt, Flattered by the assumption The reason behind that calmness Is that the word stress don’t exist. Tendency for being pretty much laid back And always going with the flow type. Masking off every trouble I faced well. It couldn’t be easily be read off my face. I don’t see the reason to share it either Secretive I am. He said, “You have to know where your passion lies” That sets me thinking. Fully aware, The non-existence for the passion The passion for whatever I’m doing now. I just don’t see it coming through. But I just go with the flow. The reason for being neither here nor there The reason why I’m always in between In between the exceptionally smart and the average It’s exhausting. Exhausting enough having to constantly compete Knowing the chances are slim Yet it’s not impossible. Confuse enough? I’m as confused as you. Inclination of expectations, Accumulating assignments, Unfinished project work, Upcoming tests around the corner Is driving me insane Yet, it’s still bearable... Why is it that I'm always being optimistic? Or rather too optimistic?? I just don't understand myself sometimes. Ouh god. As a family jogged past me Reminding me of my late grandmother It’s been quite a while I’m aware that I’m drifting away The things she nurtured in me, All the advice I used to heed closely, The things I used to practice, Have gone down the drain Swallowing back what I once swore upon. ShImA
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