If it feels right,
Its liberation.
Else its just bondage.
Irrespective of how strong the wind is,
A simple wish, to fly high.
So much to think...
Or made to think so much?
But its all so futile.
A mental block remains,
Indifferent and intentional.
Of all accusations and claims,
Perspectives and conclusions
The book is not closed,
May be its just yet to be opened.
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)