Alive and free, I live fast, unchained
Holding unto nothing
Without a care to the world, fearing no judgment day,
I live a free man’s life.
You call me insane.
You live enslaved
Chained to your desk, caged in your cubicle.
Seeking mirages of better wages
And rations of your rights.
I chase my dream on an open highway
Braving desert storms and coyotes.
Dragging the scent of burning tires
Leaving nothing but tire tracks in the dust.
And you call me insane.
You torture your soul in monotony
In thirty years of purgatory
Then you retire into obscurity
Counting in coins your tithe-eaten leftovers
Knowing it won’t last many winters
Then one day you die in an effort to
remember who you were once.
I take my thirty pieces of silver
The fruit from the serpent’s mouth
I live like a legend
And one day I’ll become road kill.
Till that moment
I’ll live my life to the fullest.
But you’ll live long
To tell stories to your grandchildren
But listen well my friend
The story you’ll tell might be mine
3 comments:
i like ur reassertion of the fact that one must follow their dreams.. i always believe we must follow our hearts n do what v really want to do.. v may or maynot achieve what v want but at the end will b glad that v at least tried..
this is a really good one... n i can realte a lot to it... :)
At the same time, Anup, I felt for some reasons that you were seeing your reflection in a mirror; the "I live fast" and "you live enslaved" had the scent of one same entity...; it winked to each other... and it mocked at each other, just that they took turns.. and it ended as a paradox when they both united in 'one story' at the end..
I may be wrong; but then how would you define the colour of a leaf? Is it green? Is it yellow? Or is it a marriage of green and yellow? Or is it a society of green yellow and black or blue...? Depends on where you are looking at... and when I looked at this leaf... as a fly on the wall... it had a tone of you mocking at the other you...
Shahir
Hi Shahirbhai, How are you? I'm looking forward to meeting you again.
Well, the highwayman is mocking at the "desktop-job" guy, and you are correct in saying that its my reflection. But its not just me. Many of my friends are doing what society and family expects them to do, but their hearts lie elsewhere. This is an expression of their dreams - free, from society, from moral codes, from the chains they were dragging from birth. Its a fantasy; not what the head wants, but what the heart desires..
It is this fantasy we unknowingly pursue when we see those gangster & heist movies. Many don't accept they have a dark side. I'm just being honest;)
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