The mind, the Mine, a journey full of miles
Traffic of thoughts crawling on life’s freeway
The loudness of quiet
In a noise infected street
Much so, tranquility drowns
An ocean of commuters
The quiet gets louder
Even so, a distance ring of cell is heard
The mind, the Mine, a closet full of lies
Mirage of illusions creating highways in the sky
The struggle of freedom
Principalities scurrying away
Confusions, Deceptions
Congested delusions
Custom made Conventions,
Only the undiscerning face rejections
The mind, the Mine a chest full of mimes
Actors and crew rehearsing on a live set
‘Lights’ and ‘Actions’ now,
Murder!
Alter ego just killed
They say it's a crime of passion
He shouldn’t have started a faction
Now, no one dares to be out of fashion
©2008, 06Feb, Ub
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