The teacher teaches. The doctor treats. The policeman maintains order and the cleaner, cleanliness. Every social hierarchy has its purpose.
Everyone has a purpose in their lives.
Something written in a book,
that is stashed at the top shelf,
of the cobbled cupboard,
in a dilapidated straw hut,
at the furthest parts of the earth.
The journey is only as treacherous as what we tell ourselves. The quest is simple; it is not difficult as what it may seem to be.
All it takes is the courage to discover.
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9.6.09
The Wait
Waiting for bus 1000 today,
it dawns on me that we've all been waiting
for something all these while,
isn't it?
(Do not lie)
waiting for duskdawn,
alovelost holidays solacelovefriend themoment.
(I am waiting for something not quite tangible in the form of an envelope.)
the wait time could be in seconds, months, years or decades.
It doesn't matter. (we're would be waiting all our lives anyway)
so long as It arrives eventually, which It will.
(I have faith in you, and in us)
it dawns on me that we've all been waiting
for something all these while,
isn't it?
(Do not lie)
waiting for duskdawn,
alovelost holidays solacelovefriend themoment.
(I am waiting for something not quite tangible in the form of an envelope.)
the wait time could be in seconds, months, years or decades.
It doesn't matter. (we're would be waiting all our lives anyway)
so long as It arrives eventually, which It will.
(I have faith in you, and in us)
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