Sunday, March 4, 2007

Impossible Gratification


I want to roam free roads…
Carelessly and unobserved

I want to run till I’m out of breath…
And still keep running

I want to jump high…
Fall…
And scratch my knees

I want to play in mud…
Till I’m soiled… every inch

I want to break all promises…
And still be forgiven

I want to believe, the unbelievable…
And be unaware

I want to sleep all I want to…
With a constant head pat

I want to write gibberish…
And sound credible

I want to understand…
But not pay attention

I want to speak out loud…
And not be judged

I want to apologize…
Without explanations

I want to be useless…
And still be cherished

I want to laugh and snort…
As if I couldn’t care less

I want to eat barbarically…
Unnoticed and overlooked

At last but indeed not in the least
I want to be 8…
Not 18

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

hahaha...good one...given words to my thoughts. But I am 22 and i wanna be 18 and when I was 8 I wanted to be 18...ah!! what a nightmare...guess we'll just have to get soiled in the mud, laugh and snort, scream at the top of our voice, spill our food, sleep on the dining table in front of the guests....and then...dont give a damn...hehe...who says you have to be 8 to act 8...