sometimes when we feel that it is our own pride that we are a victim of , that our decisions and perceived notions are determined by this single entity governing our minds and our decisions.
prejudice and logic , a feeling of destituteness, and a sense of belonging. happiness and sorrow. luck and inevitability, lack of interest and pre-supposed attention
everything boils down to something variant with time and space.
we are the sultans of swing........
drifting like a burnt log. existing with the knowledge that we are no longer capable of doing anything. yet still having a desire to fight on..
not be lost... in the maddening crowd.
realisation .. is something i have always yearned for. i remember someone saying that i have my priorities in the right place. that was a long time ago.
we are the nobodies.......