Rushdie's Mercurochrome

Thinking of excuses looking for sympathy... up to the future afraid of heights... life all about running away... the age of paranoia repudiated by wishes desires happiness sadness nothing just another day.... the mirror of self iridescent...emancipating the clairvoyance of future....thinking aloud playing havoc with present....hazy prescience of the past....together learning forgiving smiling with glow of light with signs of hope....don’t want hedonism don’t want love don’t want cataclysm...didactic philosophies pedantic world, everything is meant to be okay...not a part of this hippocratic agenda... questioning the creation, running away from pain don’t feel any shame...hate to be diplomatic swallowing lies watching this genocide of desires...not of fatigue but for nostalgia of dreams...lie far across in a corner...contemporary with the third wave altering the parsimony of character... enter... thinking knowing feeling...groping in air confusing the remote epoch of mankind breath in the unforeseen stoicism... purveyor of amusements...today tomorrow maybe, sick of waiting, tired of being...getting closer to the world outside...don’t want to be a fagot but can’t stop from being one...colour green number 8 alphabet A... waiting for a signature from destiny...preoccupied with the enigma of social science and relations...wondering about hate fear rights lives pride...walking across the corner silent and withdrawn into the electrons of light... per ardua ad astra...