You must have experienced this before as well, listening to a song and thinking, this is me, this is about me…haven’t you? “Life for Rent” is that song for me…
I haven't really ever found a place that I call home
I never stick around quite long enough to make it
Though for me even 'stick'ing around does not do the trick.
And also I do 'mind' if I break your 'heart', that’s why you are kept at the distance; and that’s not 'just a thought'!
I have been struggling with the concept of ‘Life for Rent’;
I thought, for a while, all the mothers sacrificing their youth and life for their kids to grow happily have a life for rent; I thought, for a while, all the soldiers marching to the front-line to walk on the land-mines have a life for rent; I thought, for a while, all the lovers awaiting a simple innocent touch have a life for rent; I thought, for a while, all the writers spending days and nights behind their desk crafting their master piece to be picked from the shelves of the book-stores have a life for rent; I thought, for a while, all the campaigners voicing their frustrations and pains in front of the closed doors of parliaments have a life for rent; I thought, for a while, …
Once Me asked 'what's happened to that dream'. Somaye said she stopped dreaming as the life was rented already and she never 'learned to buy', and Myself keeps everyone, even you, at a distance.
While my heart is a shield and I won't let it down
While I am so afraid to fail so I won't even try
Well how can I say I'm alive
And the truth is I am not alive, who am I fooling?
NOTE: I wrote this piece in April 2011 and felt like sharing it with you...