I see the world like a forlorn tree at my window;
and I think I shouldn’t wander toward it to pick
its fruit. I live battered by a battery of aspirations
and refusing to clothe myself in them. The world
charge sheeted me before for my hesitation and alleged
travesty, I didn’t defend my case with explanations. You keep
blaming me over again! I am not an avowed contrarian, it is self-preservation,
and as much as preservation of you all that matters to me; if you can all see
despite your occluded glass greed-beady eyes. And there is division
outside my window, and there is war, and I am not least bit perturbed
by it. I am not going to wander to the brook that runs to the sea!
I don’t want to quench my hunger or thirst beside it, even if you
all demonise me and incarcerate me for my abstinence. I have loved too much,
with all the patience in me. Not my fault if you all can’t
see fair-square and want to punish me in order to retain all your misbegotten
conveniences. You know, the world has always been at war(!),
much before even the raptors walked and swam and flew! How did the Sun
take all this agony! Even the solar system is a divided place!
War marks every territory! Don’t plead with me, I am no
Pacifist as yet, and I never got impressed by fake preachers. Love
and light can’t be a condominium where you all wish to reside,
but it can also never be your residence without me! I can say I
witnessed my scourge for eternity, and that’s where I am
coming from and happen to be; legitimately logically! Nobody wanted to gladly
make sacrifices except for me! Ask me! Sometimes, I think
an asteroid shower will get us and our brief misdirected civilisation,
before the spaceships do!
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