When there is no more freedom to be right Only possible visuals for the eyes are disguised in madness Staring at the unchanging destiny- time shrinks and crumble Only there is some feeble murmur of hopelessness Destiny pledges to the feelings that torment the being Lands tightened by resistance and indiscriminate pillage Age seems to wear off and become feeble before time Thoughts are sharpened … Continue reading If That’s Right