Listening too Late

I should have listened to the inner warnings

Reduced the volumes outside, pulled myself away from the repetitions

Before habits destroyed the transformation of life

Not too late though, now I have realized that I relied on conformity

How every idea form a complex clot in the system, resembling a ball of tense nerves

It happens, when too much worthless ideas are poured across the channels

Hoping to sail across, a bit too much of fatalistic heroism

Assuming, the adventurers who had no followers and never followed were foolish

Losing my ability to be decisive, more incisive in my, a habitual conforming

Emotionless arguments, traditionalists and staunch conservatism

The distorted wisdom if misshapen interpretation interpretations, breaking down the doors of freethinkers

Attacking their dreams, evil eyes on the soul, some dystopian beliefs 

-Amitav Chowdhury