Is this what life is all about? Suffocate yourself with something until you feel like moving on to something else?
Suffocate yourself with high school to move on to college. Then suffocate yourself with youth to move on to middle age. Suffocate yourself with studies to go away and find yourself a job. Get tired of fighting it out alone and go on to get married.
Suffocate yourself with pleasing everyone around only to turn cold. Suffocate yourself with following others to resign and turn a rebel. Suffocate yourself with indulging in interesting thing only to end up getting bored. Suffocate yourself with keeping in touch to end up keeping aloof.
Get tired of watching the television to the point of going online on the internet. Choke yourself with mobile phoning to switch it off and get some sleep. Choke yourself with sleep only to get up and find yourself lounging around. Strangle yourself with cooking to go have a feast outside.
Tire yourself with the city you're in to go out and travel. Suffocate yourself with the one you love, to go on and explore.
Is life nothing but suffocation? Does the way you suffocate yourself determine what you are? Why does a mouth-organ sound different than any other musical instrument? Who cares... one day it'll suffocate itself to something else.
I'm out of air now.
