Each day I fall, to wake up again.. the new dawn, a fresh disdain.. A belief smoked, an erratic harmony.. I stand though, the sarcastic misery.. Run for self, someone yells.. A lost identity, locked in cells.. Through the woods, across the bridges.. Soul is life, a cliffhanger tells.. A new life, a juvenile soul.. Left uncharted, the world seems so small.. Midst illusions, among the dead.. I try to find, the soul in me.. I strive to see, the lucid reality.. The dream to know, the man in me.. I live to find, the life in me....... - Dr. Ankit Rajvanshi
...there are parts of your life better described as "being a nincompoop"... Well for me, the rest of life happened during the breaks... :P Join me through the rest..