Saturday, 22 December 2012

Bed Rant

Stuck. In the name of necessity. 
Having to conform to whatever rolls,
without the rush to even glance. 

Hence the art of what-ifs.
Question after question. 

When can I go my own way,
and perhaps, feel free?
But then what free is there  
when company is uncertain?

The choice is yours, you'd say.
Choice? Ha!