maybe i don't get me. maybe i don't get loyal, ride or die. maybe i don't get as long as you're happy. maybe i don't get passionate and particular. maybe i just don't get what i feel like i need. maybe it's not going to be me first. maybe i'll be back burner, pre-occupied after thought. maybe i'm not loved uncontionally. maybe it's not easy. maybe it's really hard. maybe it doesn't all feel like it's worth it and i have to brave face it for the rest of my life. maybe the lump in my throat and tightness in my chest never abandon me. maybe my fears are a premonition and eternal sadness is promised. maybe. but god please. maybe not.
maybe
i hold
this burden
till the
day i die.
maybe
i don’t
have someone
in this
life that
will get me
completely.
maybe i’m
really
just
as i’d
always feared.
a lone
dreamer
with no
one to
call home. i
was always
strong
and i
will always
be strong.
sometimes
i still
think about
a long
sleep that
will wash
these intense
feelings
away. but i
overcome.
one of these days
you'll tell me about your wife,
and how she's become the joy of your entire life.
one of these days you'll tell me about your children,
and that you never knew how you existed before them.
one of these days i'll tell you i never found someone,
and that every time i think of us my heart swallows the sun.
one of these days i'll say my final goodbyes,
and wish i could have loved you for a lifetime.
you'll tell me about your wife,
and how she's become the joy of your entire life.
one of these days you'll tell me about your children,
and that you never knew how you existed before them.
one of these days i'll tell you i never found someone,
and that every time i think of us my heart swallows the sun.
one of these days i'll say my final goodbyes,
and wish i could have loved you for a lifetime.
slow,
begrudging walk.
it's never ending,
it's getting ridi-cu-lous.
how far is left? i have no idea.
it's getting so exhausting.
slow, deep breaths.
i keep walking and breathing this same, stale air.
how far is left? i have no idea, i am no wise man.
time, may you fly?
may you help me out and send me to shore?
i am super sad, i am a leaf in the wind.
this low hanging fruit of a limp surrender,
it waves at me, but i am no loser.
rain, may you stop?
may you sprinkle down when this monsoon clears?
i am super strong, but i am so human.
in the end, i am still here.
i know nothing else
i have no idea.
it's never ending,
it's getting ridi-cu-lous.
how far is left? i have no idea.
it's getting so exhausting.
slow, deep breaths.
i keep walking and breathing this same, stale air.
how far is left? i have no idea, i am no wise man.
time, may you fly?
may you help me out and send me to shore?
i am super sad, i am a leaf in the wind.
this low hanging fruit of a limp surrender,
it waves at me, but i am no loser.
rain, may you stop?
may you sprinkle down when this monsoon clears?
i am super strong, but i am so human.
in the end, i am still here.
i know nothing else
i have no idea.
if a thought could change the world
backed with a quick innovation
action ties the two together
so many in the mind swirl
leaving in a predication
an impession lasting forever
if the wind whispered softly
fog concealed your life
stars shining through tree leaves
would you listen closely
to hide as cold as steel of a knife
shivering was your breath breathes
time is of importance
in this endless stepping dance
gathering all needed focus
and never being hopeless
no matter how challenging it can be
backed with a quick innovation
action ties the two together
so many in the mind swirl
leaving in a predication
an impession lasting forever
if the wind whispered softly
fog concealed your life
stars shining through tree leaves
would you listen closely
to hide as cold as steel of a knife
shivering was your breath breathes
time is of importance
in this endless stepping dance
gathering all needed focus
and never being hopeless
no matter how challenging it can be
it only happen a moment ago
i feel the pain surrend to know
a blisttering bliss of unreal taunts
like an echo of memeories haunts
trap like a word on the tip of the tongue
eyes shut as the steps lead to this plunge
a moment or two may cast doubt
Listen closely to my shoutout
a recoil of fear
lives to near
the early cast of the moonligh beam
with the whispers in the wind to seem
like a messgae from the past
with no way to decode as tasked
but a standing frozen form of me
left in a constant state of questioning
i feel the pain surrend to know
a blisttering bliss of unreal taunts
like an echo of memeories haunts
trap like a word on the tip of the tongue
eyes shut as the steps lead to this plunge
a moment or two may cast doubt
Listen closely to my shoutout
a recoil of fear
lives to near
the early cast of the moonligh beam
with the whispers in the wind to seem
like a messgae from the past
with no way to decode as tasked
but a standing frozen form of me
left in a constant state of questioning
