Friday, December 29, 2006


Without my knowledge
You have crept up on me

Stealthily, giving no quarter
A false sense of security
A transient utopia

You came when I least expected you
Or maybe I was expecting you all along
The price for my own sins

Time is a river
Never static
Never stagnant
It leaves you behind
If you choose to

To not flow along
Is a crime, unforgivable
The stillness has cost you dear
It* has crept up on you
Silently, threateningly

(It* - Thesis, Exam, Applications)

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