Sad, dejected, half-heartedly, I continued to walk, Wishing I had somebody, to whom I could freely talk, Someone human, someone imperfect, someone fallible, Someone who believed in the concept of impossible. Someone who sympathised with the mind’s inherent weakness, Someone
When you close your eyes to the world you know, Thus opening them to a world you will never know, You cannot control the direction your mind can go, For, here, control is something you must forgo. Sweltering under the
When the matter is confusing, and our opinions fight, Much time is spent agreeing who is in the right, Though you assure me you do not mind, I doubt, the silence in your mind. When the times are bright, and
When the day grows tired, and decides to leave, The night is more than ready to help relieve, The ending was too simple, just like any other, For, each of their lives, were shortened by the other. Every day was
To walk away from there, you never let anybody even suggest, The very thought, there was nothing you did more strongly detest, So when the day finally came, you wished it was all a test, And kept hoping everything worked