Sunday, July 27, 2008

The Rant that Shouldn't Exist.

I cannot stir
I cannot mutter
I am the storm
Frozen in malform.
I see all that I behold,
All that is blurred
By another's vision.
I cannot wince
I cannot sigh
I am the past
Erased to oblivion
By another's prism.
I belive that I move,
That I feel and reminisce
The loss of time,
Will and sense.
I must be a dream
In my selective reverie.

P.S. - The impact of Big Brother and 1984.

2 comments:

Som said...

didnt get the context!

La Diva! said...

You need to read the book 'Nineteen Eighty Four' by George Orwell.