empty of anything new
my life is repeated action
of subway station
empty of new thoughts
my mind is sustained
in the frozen books
my meaningless life
my eyes can not maneuver
any further than their ugly looks
my shaking leg
in every step that I take
of uncertainty
my automated days
dealing with primitive education
thinking is forbidden
surrounded by smiling puppets
with sever brain malfunction
no questions are written
neglected in the charts
my name is missing
in the automated lists
being on the edge
I avoided the inside
For that my hopes may survive
Sina Mesdaghi
Jan 10, 06
2 comments:
So cold passages ! im an architect too but i think you have to think much warmer ! im just trying to change my world , whats the difference between you and the others ? ! ....
when u r sensetive,sometimes, its cold, and sometimes warm, it depends
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