Throwback: Lyricalaise


Written September 22, 2010

A familiar brick road stretches out at my feet. It leads so far I can scarce see where. It's lined by cotton candy, so I know I hate it already. And goats stare at me from the roadside. Small wonder it's boring.

I started off with a purse of gold. Now it's just a penny left. Not enough for a spicy chicken pizza. Not even pepsi, coz that's against my diet. I started off with a Heart of Smiles. And everynight I curl into a place I can never go, somewhere I can never be.

It's an illusion, a dream, an angel smiling out at me through the clouds. Maybe that's why I grasp at it, like the child that wants the moon. But when I was a child, I didn't want the moon. I was sensible enough to know what it was, to know that it would be too much for me to handle.

I can't help giving, it comes naturally to me. I can't help hurting, it comes naturally to giving. I can't help talking, because the angst rises up in rebellion at times. I can't help retiring, because it's necessary to suppress rebellion, to avoid riots.

Because the Government of India wants to avoid riots on the occasion of the Babri Masjid judgment, we have another long weekend. This one's for all of us who blew up their previous long weekend in a sheaf of paper, fueled by the fear of a carry. This one's for sanity, coz time's running out, and you're afraid it's not enough.

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