Life in motion, at a standstill.
Thrashing in a whirlpoolThe outside looks green from within
but convinced it looks greener than it really is
You refuse to swim to the shore
there is great comfort in standing back and complaining
No one can say you did not forsee the problems that come up
All thought, and no action.
Self destruction.
Labels: Poetry
posted by Aish @ 10:45 AM
2 Comments:
Hi!
Found your link from sudeep's.I enjoyed the read.like the way you wrote it, standing apart and not inside of it while you gave the expert's view!!!
Thanks! Just saw yours on linescaptured - it was great.
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