Vladimir and Estragon wait for someone who never comes ... his name is Godot ..... he just sends a boy .... a messenger to tell he's coming next day ... yet he never comes .... and in the same day they meet Pozzo and Lucky .... the man and his servent were weirdos .... next day while waiting for Godot life changed ... Pozzo is blind and Lucky is dumb .... and they denied they have seen the couple of men that day while they were still waiting for Godot ..... then the same boy messenger from Godot passes by .... declaring Godot never comes ......

Godot never comes ....... then why don't we move on and stop waiting for Godot?? pathetic we still cling to such issues ....... there are way much more important things ......

if i untied my senses will you sense like me??? where will they lead me??? sometimes i wear a cloke of sanity and paint my tongue with shallow words to let them understand ..... but it reflects only them ... not me ... though i only draw myself in you when i'm painting my portrait, it's not you no matter how beautiful you are .... it's me no matter how ugly i might look like compared to you ..... it's all my feeling about you ..... now i'll tear you up and come out to a life of only my vagabondage of thoughts .... rebellious minds .... sometimes a frightened tongue only shuts this mind up .... but it never blinds a third eye ...... this is surely not a silent farewell ..... it's just a shift .... direct for long ..... time for me to talk .... and i don't have to paint my tongue with holy colours to be of credibility .... and i don't have to paint my words with shallow titles to make u believe .... i will reflect myself ..... not you ......