You may have seen me in my deepest abyss, which i sure had dug up for myself. And yes you may have found me faltering and stumbling as i try to make out my next step. Though I tried to live by the rules since ever, they seem to guide me not, and I had surrendered my forever at the doorstep of your aberrations. Yet all you saw was my weakness, echoing my inner fears. I may be something ordinary, my ambitions seem distraught to you, yet when I try to make my come-back, you sure do always erect the same old rules. Through the days of my ever lasting momentum, through the darkest recess of my hours, I have tempered my will to survive. I may be the tiny fragment flowing in the gargantuan flow of your world, I may just be chance of your life. You may not see me even when i am there, and right now you may smile at my uncommon distress.
Its not a epiphany I narrate to you, its not just talk. As I have stood here, watching, all go through the mirror of my life; I have reasoned and rankled against un-justice, i have berated time.
Yet all the possible scenarios of would-haves and could haves, that I foresaw, I know that none could have stood against the tests of time. I now know what a fool I have been, I now know the effect of what i felt.
As I have stood, understood and sometimes mis-understood I get the feeling that lot has simply gone by.
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