It's all irrelevant. I find myself being stricken with fear, guilt and jealousy. The righteous compass is ruined but then again, whose compass would that be? In this forrest of uncertainties the more I solve the puzzles the more questions I have. Questions, questions, questions! All I have are questions that cannot be answered or have varying answers. Not one definite answer. I need the answers I seek. Don't wish to be lost like the retarded walking the streets thinking they know what they're doing, using the words that they think carry the right meaning. All is lost yet all is not. In this vast uncertainty we call life, I have a shining beacon that tries its very best to guide me the right way but I abuse and vandalise that beacon. Till when will the lighthouse stand my incessant abuse. How long will it stand? Already I am unstable but what would happen if that beacon were to be gone. What would then happen to me?
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It's all irrelevant. I find myself being stricken with fear, guilt and jealousy. The righteous compass is ruined but then again, whose compass would that be? In this forrest of uncertainties the more I solve the puzzles the more questions I have. Questions, questions, questions! All I have are questions that cannot be answered or have varying answers. Not one definite answer. I need the answers I seek. Don't wish to be lost like the retarded walking the streets thinking they know what they're doing, using the words that they think carry the right meaning. All is lost yet all is not. In this vast uncertainty we call life, I have a shining beacon that tries its very best to guide me the right way but I abuse and vandalise that beacon. Till when will the lighthouse stand my incessant abuse. How long will it stand? Already I am unstable but what would happen if that beacon were to be gone. What would then happen to me?
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19. Going 20
Temasek Poly
In the middle of the journey of our life,
I found myself again in [or through] a dark wood,
[so dark] that the straight way was utterly lost.
Alas how hard it is to say what it was like,
this savage and sharp and strong forest,
which even in thought renews my fear!
So bitter was it that death is little moreso;
but in order to speak of the good that I found there,
I'll tell of the other things I saw there. - The Inferno, Canto 1
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