How hard it'd be,
Following one's dreams,
Amidst the struggle to satisfy,
This so called society.
Little did I know,
That the so called norms,
Would be binding shackles,
Chafing away,
Once cherished ideals.
Little did I know,
That convictions too,
Would falter with time,
And prudence bordering on being risk-free,
Would be taken as coming-of-age.
How I dearly wish,
For all this acquired worldly wisdom,
To be replaced by childish impulsiveness,
And the unwavering conviction,
To follow my dreams,
Wherever they may lead...
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Some lines by Gary Jules...
"All around me are familiar faces;
Worn out places, worn out faces;
Bright and early for the daily races;
Going over, going nowhere;
Their tears are filling up their glasses;
No expression, no expression;
Hide my head I wanna drown my sorrow;
No tomorrow, no tomorrow;
I find it hard to tell you, I find it hard to take;
When people run in circles its a very, very Mad world!"
The reason why i put it here is NOT to praise Gary Jules... He is an idiot! He postponed the inevitable & its HIM who compromised his dream! You cant blame the norms as shackles in the future! NEVER EVER POSTPONE THE INEVITABLE!!
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