Far beyond the boundaries of
What they call good
I feel being guided in wrong
Far from whom
I always wanted to be
Been the instrument playing their song
The illusions, the images, walking by my window
Staring in my wet eyes…
Been too innocent, been so fool
Searched for my saviors in skies…
I feel
I am lost
Somewhere in morality
I want
No pain
No guilt
For the others
But it’s all in me
…
Come
Come
Take my hand
We must run
They are coming after us
Coming after our mind
After our wisdom
Want us deaf and blind
I shall doubt in my existence
There is nothing to be sure of
Except those pulses my brain sends
Won’t let my life to be formulated
By that of written in books
Won’t let them choose my destiny
I read ignorance in their looks
Free to be, free to chose
Was given the one time chance
To think, to understand
The reason of my existence…
SINA MESDAGHI
MARCH 13, 2006
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