I miss the way I used to love people; I miss the honesty in that feeling
I miss the way I used to look at people, i miss my perception
I cannot justify the way I am, neither do I apologize

We live in a world where there is no time for second chances or even second glances as a matter of fact
A disapproving world that approves of nothing, its either not enough or not good enough
An unsure world where nothing in is guaranteed,
a world where the essence of life is diluted till we have a lot of everything but very little of what matters
we need to be driven madly blindly like machines to become achievers…inspiration is for foolish dreamers