Presenting the wandering poet, and it’s tracklist:
- broken dreams and tried strings
…and i see the rain on the roof, crash down with a vengeance,
perhaps another wronged soul, making their peace,
with a fallen foe, a broken path and the cracked windows… - misunderstood (the real me)
…not doing this
for sympathy
not doing this
for attention
like you may think i am… - truth (the real me)
…but truth is a sin
and sin is a crime
and crime is the only thing
keeping me alive
tonight… - dream (the real me)
…you can steal my life
but you can’t steal my right
to dream, to see, to believe… - freedom (the real me)
…in these restless binds
here i lie chained
laying in waste in your controlling hate… - existence (the real me)
…good may not prevail over evil
but an imitation of good, well, that just might do the trick… - paradox (the real me)
…they told me to write something radical
be the punk-rock type or be the exclusionist metaphor
does this suffice for you?
does this work for your precious little stereotypes? - sadist (the real me)
…but you say, ‘No.’
and it feels like the world has come crashing… - writings on the wall – a broken dreams and tried strings edit
…this feels like the room with yellow wallpaper,
and i’m clawing desperately,
trying to break free…
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Until the next time I get inspired by something wild, beautiful and ethereal,
ANVI TUTEJA
Thoughts Caught 