Wherefore shall I head, When all the relevant ideals, of my youth, Have escaped my cushioned grasp? Wherefore shall I turn, When all the cherished places, of auld, Have been trampled and defiled? Wherefore shall I speak, When all the brilliant magniloquence Have trickled, gradually, from my psyche? Wherefore shall I remain, When all the swains and friends, of yore, Have vaporized into frivolous dust? Deduce from all the instances Of harrowing experiences, I've been traumatized with, And ascertain the edifice of all these. For, I've been reduced into A stuttering cretin, who fails to fathom The living epitome of what this is! Cease me from the vacuous ruination That persistently inveigles to keep me meek. Pounce on this dunce And bid her to believe, for once! "Disbelief" #disbelief #diwa #yqbaba
