Fleeing from civilization

Is just another developed version of wildlife
See, some people fit in
Like chimpanzees in a cage
And lions are the kings, who inherit a throne, by doing nothing
They don’t even hunt, it’s the lioness that keeps a family whole
I guess they just breed, and mark their territory
And roar at anyone who claims to walk their shadow

We have the fragile, we have the cunning
And we shoot the threats, to become a threat ourselves
How else would anyone take us seriously?
We need to mark our power

We want to preserve, habitats
We can’t even preserve our own
How easy do we scare
How easy it is to play
A game in which it’s us against ourselves
Terrified of going forth our own shells

Our imaginations run wild, we create
We break and mold
And mold and break
To form the perfect phrase
To use at the climax of a speech
To be heard through deaf ears
That’ll nod, cheer and clap
For everything they didn’t hear!

Then we have the rare species
Anyone ever sees
Anyone ever notices
They manage to live off
Of other people’s traces
That’s real genius, to crawl without even having to touch the floor
These did not belong, neither did/do they have to
They have a world of their own
I’d rather be among the weird
The queer
The sick, and demented
Than to torment another soul
Only for not doing as it’s told!

Pity the fool: make the giraffe prosper,

Marvel at what grows inside it, exquisite

As a straw too metres high
Dipped in juice two inches long
But I guess, it finally comes to terms
With the image its been given
Most of the time, its vision blurrs by clouds that think they’re pure
It can crush, anyone it wants to
It doesn’t
That’s not what they were made for
Their lives have a higher purpose
What would you know?
All you do is spit at frogs and think you’re prince charming!


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Hi. Now that you're here...let's just get this out of the way. I hadn't introduced myself in the past because when I first started this blog, I wanted it to be purely about my writing. This is not, and was never supposed to be, an anonymous blog. However, after almost a year of inactivity, I realize an 'about' section is...necessary? My name's Sadia. I live in Islamabad, Pakistan. Between uni/work/life in general, I try to take time to write. I own all content on this blog. Although, I do NOT own the images posted here, nor do I take credit for them whatsoever. I wanted to thank my visitors, for still being loyal and genuine after this long. In case you want to know more about me for whatever inexplicable reason, ask ahead and I'll get back to you! This right here, keeps me sane. You will find here, sincere thoughts mixed up with a subconscious trying to fuck it all up. I hope you understand. Love, Sadia.

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