ironies...

when they gave me life.. i mean my very own.... i wish it came in a singularity. because after years of solitude... i think i've grown enough to realize i was wrong. it was a given life with a lifetime of ironies. the most pronounce human trait amongst a million others is to completely ignore "what it is" n' wonder whole of their lives ponderin' about "how it should be".. although this statement is only reliable only if you believe it to be.. n' i do. n' i don't remember the first time when i got sick of this life.... tried to run away from it. not by takin' it away.. but just by runnin' away from it. can't quite explain how i did it.. but certainly i did it. n' i tried real hard to kill even the remotest symptoms of life in n' around.... n' still needin' to end up without dyin'. but maybe in this personal quest of mine.... i somehow managed to forget the ironies that prevail n' persist. it's easier to unsee or even ignore your own existence.. but it's almost never possible to escape any of those ironies. my action of runnin' away from life is actually makin' me more n' more alive... because i'm showin' the most pronounced human trait amongst a million others... ignorin' "what it is" n' tryin' to get hold of "how it should be". -- "irony.. isn't it?"

i chose the straightest lane down south n' drove as far i could. but my rearview mirror never fails to deceive me. sometimes i slam my backdoor n' go runnin' to see if there's someone in the front one. how hard can you try to forget everythin' what you remember.. when even a bleatin' goat or a pin drop acts as strong memory boosters...