The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock- A Poem

The yellow fog that rubs its back upon the window-panes,
The yellow smoke that rubs its muzzle on the window-panes
Licked its tongue into the corners of the evening,
Lingered upon the pools that stand in drains,
Let fall upon its back the soot that falls from chimneys,
Slipped by the terrace, made a sudden leap,
And seeing that it was a soft October night,
Curled once about the house, and fell asleep.

And indeed there will be time
For the yellow smoke that slides along the street,
Rubbing its back upon the window-panes;
There will be time, there will be time
To prepare a face to meet the faces that you meet;
There will be time to murder and create,
And time for all the works and days of hands
That lift and drop a question on your plate;
Time for you and time for me, And time yet for a hundred indecisions,
And for a hundred visions and revisions,
Before the taking of a toast and tea.

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I seriously have to stop falling in love with characters!

Disgustingly hilarious, ridiculously insane ones! :D

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Somedays the memories are so vivid, it's like you never went away.

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Aren't we limited by what we think is right, or wrong? No, not what WE think, but by what we are TAUGHT to think!

Just because society says its wrong, does it necessarily become so? Does collective consciousness make it so? That, by the way, is an idea that has me intrigued, of late.

In an age where we conform to others' preconceived notions of what is right, or 'cool', this idea really holds true.

So, why do i like something? Because it feels right. To me. That should be enough. Why isn't it so, then?

I am not a rebel, though i get this sneaky feeling at times, that i was meant to be one. Getting all sorted out is taking time, but i'm enjoying the mixed-up journey. Till i come undone.

P.S. Movies are an education, i tell you! :D

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