Knock Knock
It took a long time to realise this is where I should really be, And I know there’s no reason to believe the one outside is me, If today is the day you’ll open, there’s just no way of knowing,
It took a long time to realise this is where I should really be, And I know there’s no reason to believe the one outside is me, If today is the day you’ll open, there’s just no way of knowing,
The first thought when you hear choice, is the existence of options, A chance at qualifying the rationale for a decision you make, But despite all that, some things were never meant for conventions, Because, in matters of the heart,
People mistakenly think the darkest hour, is the one before dawn, The darkest hour, is one at which hope has finally withdrawn, Without hope, helplessness is the only player still in the game, But with nobody to play against, the
The eyes are moist, but I know they do not for anything weep, Just that, imprinted images are the hardest memories to keep, You let them flow away believing there will be something new, But there isn’t anything new, you
I was hitchhiking my way, when the samaritan came along, I smiled at him, seeing no harm in walking as a throng, Only on seeing lonely wayfarers dying, did the thought finally occur, On how every fellow traveller was company