Sunday, September 10, 2006
TREADMILL
It's like running in a treadmill, my melancholic existence.
Blood, sweat and tears - all spent in this running towards a dream.
I've been tiring myself, running, and thinking what will happen next.
After all this time, I feel I've changed, I thought I've come a long way.
But the bitter truth is I've gone nowhere. I'm tired, but I haven't changed at all.
Nevertheless, the ennui continues at 9:15 AM
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