There is always noise around, when peace is not be found,
Regular sounds fill the air, when nothing pleasant is
happening anywhere.
Living under inhibitions, with thoughts floating above our
realm of understanding,
Breathing unknowingly, each time taking off smooth with a
disturbed landing
Rotating and revolving, being tossed and turned with a
desire not so strong,
Functioning fully well, but not being able to gauge where we
went wrong
And if all is well and all is going forward, then all must
be right
If that holds true in all meanings, then tell me when we
began to fight?
Are we in sync, are we both here where queries arise looking
for direction
Or are we both lost in worlds apart, taking no side,
marveling at fate’s rejection?
The crossroads where we met, was one that led us to our
present roads,
And where we swore ourselves to secrecy, letting that take
off our loads,
Seems so futile, so momentary, did that moment brim to its
fullest then
Was that so overwhelming that all doubts disappeared, no
why, where or when?
Did we have something so alive and invigorating that all
seems to lack flavor now?
Or did we unknowingly wander into the woods, looking to be
lost anyhow?
This path of blank scars means nothing to me, it does not
make me feel magic
I feel I’ve arrived upon something, perhaps not the end but
it seems tragic.
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