Normality is…


The cursor blinks twice in a second,

next line, thoughts still not fecund.

Music continue to play indifferently,

seriousness must have escaped seriously.


Days just slipped by in a simple way,

like a hunter without its prey.

Nothing really profound and wonderful,

being affected by simplicity is so uncool.


So comfortable, restlessness is a dream,

just like a usual flow in a wooded stream.

No pain, no emotions so effective and wild,

emerged to be a man and no more a child.


May be I should just step out to explore,

find something that can pinch my core.

Just being is a dangerous state to be in,

that’s what I’ve become is what I mean.


Perhaps I should find a reason to cry,

evoke my emotions ere they start to die.

Perhaps I should find a reason to really go wild,

hurt my stomach ere it gets used to being mild.






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There is a thought of philosophy that aims to do just what you have mentioned in the poem- Just Be- stop Trying to Be-
Good one

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It encourages me to post something meaningful all the time…

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