You think you take a step forward but you soon see, you are moving sideways. You shake your head and move a step behind. But you didn't want that in the first place. This is not even moving around in circles. This is a strange candywalk. Strange and extremely despicable.
Is there a change at all? A change you so desperately need but you can't seem to make any progress.
Progress! The word is a punishment, really. You don't want to progress. You hate the status quo. What is it that you want? Do you have any idea? Any idea whatsoever?
What is it that you pine for? You know that, don't you? It lies not hidden yet latent and not very feebly, peeks out. It's like this Jack-in-the-Box. It sits on a strong spring. You personally have decorated it with cobwebs but it self cleans.
You're still dancing? You're still moving sideways? Is this not like walking in a desert? The next sandstorm is going to remove all traces of footprints that would otherwise give a faint hope, an idea of a direction. You want to be Neil Armstrong now. His footsteps shall forever remain!
You don't want to dance. You don't want to move. But the still waters here run very shallow.
No, you don't want this dance. You want to be a child again!
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All things &$^%#$, fucking Biprorshee
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