its my 100th post, but it doesnt make any difference.
i sit, staring.
at the sky i thought was beautiful 2 hours ago,
i now find gloomy and red.
i sit, thinking.
what am i doing.
a blank piece of paper lying.
i sit, wondering.
what is everyone doing?
running so far ahead,
i only see the dust.
i expected it, did we not?
communistic the saying went.
"we will share all of it"
a big red cloud that covered the buildings across.
red, with a perceived common.
red, with shared ideals?
red, with much anger.
red. a strange utopian effect.
we cant rely on the cloud for shelter.
not when it will bring us downpours.
by ourselves.
to abandon lofty ideals.
to cut those links.
pain, trauma.
but we must accept.
i take the pay rise.
with a tinge of sour.
accept accept.
for we dont live on the clouds, but we live here, down on earth.
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