“To withstand the onset of vices when they come with such a mighty following.” – Seneca
Surrounded by so many influences, I keep on wishing, to be born again.
Maybe a time back in the past, or maybe into the future.
Something is very wrong here, it is hard for me to put in words.
It is almost but not quite, like hearing the same song again and again,
Everyone is mesmerized, while I feel the storm of impatience, about to surge out of me.
I am afraid, what I might do, if this song does not change.