I wrote this sometime ago, found it when cleaning my hard-disk.
Life came to a standstill, least when I expected it to.
I closed my eyes to take a break, and the world around me came crashing down.
I trusted the ones I loved, with a hope that they would be there.
But hope died, and all alone in the corner - all through the night I stared,
At the gray walls in the moon light, I was too afraid.
I no longer knew who I was, what I wanted to do.
All the plans and dreams I made, botched up and blown.
Soul was burnt and torched, but no one seemed to care.
Is that all I was – In the sands of time, just another grain?
My defense mechanism kicked in – trying to erase memories
It tried so hard, suddenly my entire life flashed back in vain
In vain, because all it made me think was,
Life has changed so drastically - Where the fuck is my time-machine?
When I was a kid, all I did was wait for Sundays to watch Batman and Duck-tales.
Now life in an eternal wait, I’m the localhost, I’m the browser, all I wait for is Me.
I ping and I ping, and no response, I don’t even bother to respond to Me.
Life was simpler back then, PKUNZIP and you could play a game,
Cheat codes were simpler, all it required was one param – megahit.
But now, either your graphics card sucks or the RAM, so says the game,
Nothing is enough, it never will be, not even OllyDbg or the Resource hacker kit.
Life was easy to win, villains were simpler –
They were dumb and told their plans before we could see.
One Octopus missile and Dark-Kat was would be long gone,
One Kame-hame-ha and Frieza was history.
Now they catch you inside your dream inside your dream, inside your dream,
Or it’s a Green Orb - no one can resist the lustful beam,
And I’m left here waiting for my Tarakian to save me.
Life was colorful - I came back from school and picked up my crayons.
Life is colorless - I come back from work and pick up the cigarettes.
What the hell do you color, when there is no canvas?
Which color do you use, when everything is dark in sadness?
It was then I recalled – Anakin turning to the Dark Side.
May be some people are destined to be Sith, no matter how much they resist.
You don’t need a fucking time machine, no matter how you change the past,
The outcome is the same – we all “Fade to Black”.
I'm the patient, being treated by Me - the Quack.
I was wondering what happened later in my life that made me forget all about this. Then I recalled - I saw an awesome movie. It was called "Grave of the Fireflies". It made me forget about all my pain! Simply Brilliant - It made me realize that life is about concealing pain and putting that smile on the face - no mater what it takes. It's called Living.