At times..
Laugher. Laugher. Uninhibited…
People. People. All around…
Chaos. Madness. Like never before…
Growth. Success. To get somewhere…
Money.Power. Comes and goes…
Void. Empty. Space. That can never fill…
In a foreign land.
by: Priya
My Reply:
> well this short poem reflects your Auto-programe(emotions) (with a set of conditions to executed when prompted) to the foreign land.
> this is transition period.
> this is how the mind works to adopt or adapt to certain things.
> this a typical another statement of reason, which is triggered for further initiations to trigger.
> for a wave to propagate, one needs contractions and rarefactions to create a wave propagation, hence these mind creates good and bad for its continues strive to make its existence sensible.