Annihilation Born through war But brought up in peace An irony in itself I am a study in contrasts And, I can’t figure out myself A bomb about to go off Or a relic worth only in memory Still, I try I try to be one of the crowd. I try to be a cogwheel in the machination of life But every time, something haunts me From the past, for the future Pulling me back to the whirlwind of thoughts And I can’t escape And I wonder, Maybe, it’s not so bad To be annihilated in memory At least, my future would be settled Cause, there will be no future. Enable Ginger Cannot connect to Ginger Check your internet connection or reload the browser Disable in this text field Edit Edit in ...
I wonder about many things, but write about a few. And in this digital cobweb, I am attempting to weave my humble strand.