Wednesday, November 2, 2011

The tragedy of wanting to live on one's own terms

They told me to think of sanity
The world is a square box of reason
Stop the flying and curb your vanity
Most dreamers are dead in a season

Tread the normal,dread the new
Make the money, be a slave
Leave the passion, not for you
Stop the smile, dig your grave

Ask you when you've played your part
Have you saved or did you give
What you made is in your heart
That's the game, now learn to live


  1. totally relate to this poem!

  2. When u want something the entire word conspires against you .. true dreamers not only dream but also realize their dreams .Ensure not to let the world influence and conspire you in ur path ..

  3. thanks anon:-)i think i know u:-)