Sunday, March 29, 2009

Drift Away

What bounds me, liberates me
let me breathe free,
i want to yell, jump off the highest cliff to the point of no return,
i call out to my creator, answer me
the wrath i m willing to incur, let me only know the reason for my being.

I totter among the mindless crowds,
lost, dazed, and confused about my sense of identity;
liberate me my creator then, from the shackles of mortality.

Let me fly like a bird,
soar the skies unbound,
let me feel no emotions, let me feel no pain,
let me not be bound, to any materialistic gain.

I yell, let me breathe,
i see not the beauty anymore,
i m dead inside, incapable of angst that the world causes me;
what good am i then? a dead man walking..
Give me my reasons to be, my creator, for it is not without much agony that i live..