Memoir of a Writer
I've learnt alot lately, More than the strokes of my pen can relay Its like awakening into a new, fresh viand of truth. A fancy in which my fixation finds root. The world is a mirage. I discovered that the person who makes fun of others Just to feel good and special is as inferior as The person who let's those words get to him I've discovered that the world in general is starked With inferior people who can paint black white And make right look wrong. I see this everyday. I also see people who feel By following a crowd You earn fame and relevance An unscrupulous people Who trade tomorrow for today A taboo they do for a lark I'm frantic about this because it drills pain Through my heart's core That no analgesia can relieve I discovered that being morally sound Does not make you a person Neither does being immoral make you a better person. You see, the world is just a fuse of confused people Trying to gain worth by morality or im...