The Pages of Acquiescence

The Pages of Acquiescence

Confined inside my own thoughts,
I carefully turn the pages.
Fear of getting hurt, leaves me reckless.
I walk following the traces of footsteps,
Thinking it might heal me from my curses.
But all I see is a society full of abuses,
Looking for ways to clean its own mess.
Solace is expensive, unless you act carelessly,
And be ready for all the cheap advice.
What will it take to release my stress?
What will it take to erase my existence?
It is the same story since ages,
Making us live with quiet acquiescence.
And if I protest, they doubt my allegiance.