Tangled in Thoughts

Time’s ticking for you and me. Human kind as a whole has an inherent tendency to procrastinate. No matter how punctual you say you are, you’re still a procrastinator. Maybe you’re not as horrible a procrastinator as I am. Maybe you don’t on the outside seem like a procrastinator. But nevertheless you are one. A big one. It’s something that has been passed onto us from generations. We are taught to dream but simultaneously we are indoctrinated with the norm of never rebelling against the system or the social code. Be what you want but always conform to what the society expects of you . And what is this society? It’s just a bunch of idiots like us who don’t matter in the least when they’re alone but can combine to form a decisive factor in everyone’s life. Think about it. Why do you go to school or college? To gain education? Oh now now! You go there just so you can have fun with your friends all the while pretending to be doing what society expects from a reasonable person

Today I decided to behold my reflection And so I stood before a mirror There I saw looking back at me in all its perfection Fathomless mediocrity. Oh the horror! Mediocrity is what engulfs me Its eternal presence being felt in my every endeavour. Oh what sadness is this insurmountable mediocrity When my pen weaves words which are only sour. Who am I, I asked the image standing as tall as I ‘One among the scores of insignificant bloggers One among the many unknown, indifferent singers and why! You are just one in a throng of ungraceful dancers.’ Is this humility I feel as I drown devoid of any inspiration? Is this the acceptance of who I really am? Jack of all trades and master of none. O mediocrity! Fallen have I even onto clichés now, damn! Still I look into the mirror and see no ray of light Nothing to look for but the unending cycle of routine For I am always the grey between black and white For I am only the silver sans the sheen.