I sit still, unhooked from the wall of normality.
Rings of routine swirl around me,
Reminding me of the oblivion of “success” that is life.
I keep staring at the gates of career,
As people ask me to bow to the God of money.
This can’t be the entirety of the world,
There must be shafts of ordinariness lying somewhere,
Waiting to be unearthed by hands
That have felt the incarnated kiss of lazy petals.
I won’t enter the stifling apartment of aspirations and anxieties.
I will stay here, on the soft soil of “failure”,
Under the sprawl of relaxed skies,
Listening to lilies, as they tell their stories
Of everyday joys and abundant love.
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