Sunday, October 20, 2013

Those Stolen Days



Those stolen days,
Of driving into slavery and laboring my mind and soul away,
In between lines and lines of empty spaces,
Amongst frozen cubicles of dying dreams and meaningless pursues.

Those stolen days,
Of meeting random faces and having languid conversations,
In between free flowing caffeine and nicotine,
Amongst an ocean of banal bodies that yearns for more.

Those stolen days,
Of living up to relentless expectations and empty discussions,
In between fool’s errands and inane remarks,
Amongst nothing but another day of not really living.

Those stolen days.
Those stolen days of mine.
If all those days could be refunded with the wealth I’ve gathered.
Will I ever be able to relive it without a single regret?




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