Identity
Another one of those cynical outbursts. But feedback has been encouraging up till now :)
I am but a speck
in the ever expanding Universe
My nothingness stares intently
at my grave face.
in the ever expanding Universe
My nothingness stares intently
at my grave face.
My tears don't even flood
the small village I live in.
How will I change the world?
Armed with my anonymity.
the small village I live in.
How will I change the world?
Armed with my anonymity.
I will stand up and be counted
I will raise my hand
when they call out for men
I will become the change.
I will raise my hand
when they call out for men
I will become the change.
There is no time for rest
For time is fleeting
Only one life to live
and carve out my epitaph.
For time is fleeting
Only one life to live
and carve out my epitaph.
Not a care for love & friendship
I am frugal with even laughter
Fame is my motto
And fame is my fuel.
I am frugal with even laughter
Fame is my motto
And fame is my fuel.
But world is running out
from under my feet.
And in this unforgiving world
Insignificance is worse than death.
from under my feet.
And in this unforgiving world
Insignificance is worse than death.
Comments
Why expect the change?
Why seek Fame?
Why worry being insignificant?
Lady, Silence of Lambs. The answer and the question. For most of us.
But appreciate the in-your-face despair in the poem. Keep writing.
-Kaptain Kantaap:-)
i don't know if your comments will remain the same now... :|