Waiting..

Waiting...

But for what?

For those three seconds of euphoria that will help justify every pain that you had to go through?

What happens after those three seconds?
What thoughts and realities strike us?
What responsibilities bound us and remind us of the chain that is tied to our ankles?

Are we ever going to be free?
What really is freedom?
If you bring about anarchy, will you be free or just ignorant of the needs of others?

When you are free, are you letting people down or shrugging off your responsibilities?

Written ages ago and  found while rummaging through my old laptop