That's the beauty of a home right; it's cold is warmer than the breeze outside! How did I know; I was just a shelter you stood under for a while? For when its warm and sunny outside again You'd leave at once and go Blaming I was never enough To make you feel at home... Now I fear to be myself Cause that's not what you like You want to carve an image of mine What suits your bliss of time!!!
They tell me to rebuild from the remains, How'd I tell them I sweat it all in the rain? No equivalence of my guilt can truly measure up to your tears They say the pain with time will slowly wear, To great heights and long distances, I thought we'd travel, Now I'm digging in the grave of my soul, holding a shovel. No end, no closure, no thought, not even a last word we shared. How do I believe that all this while you did not pretend but cared? I know I'm your demon that disgusts you every night Has it ever occurred to you what made me stand in this plight? But I'm not questioning, not expecting anything more Just let me know how to carry these scars leaving me sore? Yes, I know you'd never face me for I'd ask questions my eyes behold. Only if you hold me once my answers will be told.
I hated to see my planets revolved around you, while you were taking a round across the universe. And when I almost gave up a new light came towards me making me realize that my universe is still expanding. I've yet to travel across the galaxies and holding on would only rebel against my will to explore the ever-expanding limits. How often we limit ourselves taking shelter of our emotions... making them the excuses to move forward. Instead, what we need to do is to feel the emotions to let free of our shackles and liberate it to the universe. No, I'm not any philosopher but the one who believes in the prophecy that everything is in sync and is moving forward to greater reasons, the ones we unknowingly manifest. Call it the walls having ears was actually true... they were always listening and conspiring, not against but for us.
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