Posted on 21/08/2010


Too black for optimists, too white for pessimists.
My outlook. Falters, and re surges rejuvenated,
Enticed by the middle path of Buddhists.
Still, amidst the bedlam, looks blotted.

Lured by the idea of uniqueness, like this very poem,
Lead by external reassurance.
A paradox, threatening a perfect theorem,
Rooted in the infallibility of society’s presence.

Let’s rebel to break away! Some cry,
Succumbing to the pressure of those same people.
To your true conscience, merely comply
And open the doors of individual potential.