Will this city ever sleep
and allow people to just meet?
Will this city calm down
and not worry about suburb and town?
Will its pace ever lower
and allow the smelling of a flower?
Will this city switch gears
to allow someone to draw near?
These questions are not new.
It is why people are drawn to
this financial capital,
this rat-race haven.
If you're not born here,
you move here out of craving.
Crave the height,
crave the pace,
crave the dream
to change your face.
You must crave,
you must be hungry.
It's what separates the stars
from all sorts and sundry.
You must crave, you must be hungry.
The mantra to success.
Do or do not, there is no try
in the pursuit of happyness.
Pic of the day
Somehow, she's always the one up here.
Sunday, November 28, 2010
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'you must crave'?
oh i think you are wrong. i crave.
i crave like only i can
sitting in the middle of a life that everyone thinks is perfect,
sitting pretty as i get called the sunshine girl,
sitting and smiling myself silly while everyone says they know no one happier,
and maybe my life is almost perfect, maybe it is all one can hope to have, and maybe i know no one that smiles or laughs as much.
yet i crave,
silently, to run far away,
to feel more, to feel love
to be alone, to be famous
to care not, to be myself and just that.
sometimes, i crave to not crave so much, and make myself as restless as i am, and as i always remember being.
sometimes, i just crave the end.
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