Kujo’s Odyssey
The alley is dark,
I am naive,
I hear voices,
Hidden behind shadows.
Each voice claims a story,
Uniformity of events,
But unique perspectives.
I crave to see the faces,
But the more I observe,
I fall in the loop.
Once I asked them,
Now their faces are a question marks.
Their sunken eyes gazing,
As they are sarcastically asking,
“Do you know what you want?”
Yes I am a lost traveller,
Trying to find something,
Not a destination,
Cause I am insane.
Isn’t it comical?
To spark around,
Dark and unknown within.
Popper says “theories are biased”
Am I real?
Or a pretty doll,
Dressed up by influences,
Emotions I feel,
Purely mine,
Or just a voice of a dark alley.
By: Khushi Joshi
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