I am NOT a depressed being.
I smile.
Laugh too.

When a day goes by this fast,
You can not afford.
You can not afford to stop and dwell.
Can not afford to think and realize.
Realize that it did happen and prevail.
Prevail over your life,
Your being. Amorphous being of yours.
Oh! This amorphous being of yours.
Yes, yes. I do admit.
It has been me.
It has been my being that has been questioned.
My being blazing past me.
My self so strange and surreal,
It ceased making sense to me long back.
Its my drugs that keep me alive.
These drugs that help me be.
Help me be me.
So that you can be you and live.
Live with yourself,
While I slowly die.

Been long since I gibbered??
Anyways,blah!!

Many more steps to take,
A few more years.
Hundreds of books and a few more pages.
Some more characters,
A little more than thousands.
Hurried, pushed and relished.
Sickened by the thought.
Enjoying the pace.
Every one of them.
Thank god, I can.