Days start with trepidation, vain lies and lazy expectationsSupine dreamers in a world caught in chaotic web Our own work of ambition, the development looks like concentric circlesAs if consciousness spirals in a certain domain Unaware of other dimensions, change feels repetitive, arrested freedomSome rare references of brilliance, borrowed from passages of melancholic expressionsDarkness with frankness, unabated passion stolen from the fierce opposersWhen they had … Continue reading Absurd Days