Nothing is impossible: everything is possible. Affirmation and confirmation, conforming to The positive attitude as signified in books.
But then why is this world blurred, why do drops sting my cheeks? I saw…I saw a bird plummeting down from the sky I saw a child with scars, an old man cry I was every woman who could not because she had nowhere to go; I was the child, woman and man That is when this blurred world began.
If Siddharth, the son of a king asked why Why should I, I, find the reply?
The train that missed the track; The limbless man, the teenager in limbo The rage and the desperation in tenement homes Though home still; the slums and drugs And the black alleys at night The jobless, the mobs, those who were deaf to pleas No more, no more pain please.
Now in my mind I thought I could see Evidence of misery and insanity But this blurred world, part of my own personal pain Is also full of guilt and vanity. Thus I spin out my emotions in reams of verse Alone in my own little corner of the universe. This world seems blurred; But then, thus so is the world.
