Thursday, November 22, 2012


A dusty keyboard, a stained monitor,
Scrolling down news by news.
Signs of melancholy, sighs of rejection,
Telling the world of their dejection.

This world is too sad, don't you think?
Virtual, fake, without a link.
What is here, is merely a dream,
Blissful ignorance, that's what is seem...

Beside me, a window, large and wide,
People walked, laughed and cried.
The outside where everything is real,
Not a roll of film on a reel.

And yet, I'm here.
Only sounds of depressing violin fill my ears.
I should go outside and snap from my snore,
Come with me, let us go explore.


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