tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-41652826612484971642011-07-07T23:26:14.827-07:00Amritahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17559134408686874260noreply@blogger.comBlogger11100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4165282661248497164.post-22466718175544494302009-12-10T05:29:00.000-08:002009-12-10T05:43:24.165-08:00<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; "><p> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Calibri; ">Why do we wait for the claps to begin, why do we crave for the obscene noise?</span></p><p><span style="font-family:Calibri;font-size:100%;">Why are we so deaf to our own heart, why do we ignore the silent inside voice?</span></p><p><span style="font-family:Calibri;font-size:100%;">In the process of being Someone, in the journey through the crowds</span></p><p><span style="font-family:Calibri;font-size:100%;">We lose what we already have, things that don’t need applause</span></p><p><span style="font-family:Calibri;font-size:100%;">We miss those lazy afternoons, those rainy days and those hang outs</span></p><p><span style="font-family:Calibri;font-size:100%;">Those carefree chicken-dance and those times we were truly nuts</span></p><p><span style="font-family:Calibri;font-size:100%;">Why do we live this fast life, what is there at the end of it all</span></p><p><span style="font-family:Calibri;font-size:100%;">Why don’t we just fly free, why are we always afraid of the fall?</span></p><p><span style="font-family:Calibri;font-size:100%;">Who are these “others” who always figure in our quest for self?</span></p><p><span style="font-family:Calibri;font-size:100%;">Who the hell, really, are they themselves?</span></p><p><span style="font-family:Calibri;font-size:100%;">Why can’t we just love the ride, the bumps the turns and the traffic lights</span></p><p><span style="font-family:Calibri;font-size:100%;">Why are we so rushed to reach somewhere that we miss the most beautiful sights?</span></p><p><span style="font-family:Calibri;font-size:100%;">Wait up and listen, there are sounds better than your alarm clock’s</span></p><p><span style="font-family:Calibri;font-size:100%;">Wait up and follow, your heart has suggestions better than those stupid flocks</span></p></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4165282661248497164-2246671817554449430?l=dementeddreamer.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Amritahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17559134408686874260noreply@blogger.com0