I have become more jittery than before. A chain has tied up my only hope. A hope to be free. The boisterous me speaks within, " Stop becoming a bondage". And yet there is nothing really I can do about it. It has become more than a decade since I have wreathed in the same path over and over again. Everyday it feels the same. I know the forthcoming. A bad omen which would merely turn me into pieces. A mournful rue that would crush me.
On the other hand abdication would prove me to be a transgressor.
