He asked—she was waiting,
The comfort extended beyond the texts
Living for the moment,
That’s all they hoped for.
He asked—she was waiting,
The comfort extended beyond the texts
Living for the moment,
That’s all they hoped for.
Dreams, sanity in question,
Many a miles travelled,
Only to meet their destiny –
Silenced,
For what seems like forever.
Try, as you might,
Force it upon yourself, so you do,
So many things only,
One is capable of
Banter, everywhere,
Considerable amounts of engagement,
Constant debating,
Never did any, any good.
Is it all sunshine and roses,
Is any?
Serene, calm, and resilient,
Calculated moves driving home their point,
Unabashed, bold, a spirit on fire,
Gladly chooses to remain,
As is, though desire.
You and I, we amble on,
Blissfully, or not, ignorant,
Of the fact that,
It is not all about us.
What do you choose –
The certainty of routine?
Or the lure of the unknown?
To and fro,
Back and forth,
To break free,
Or to play it safe,
To do the right thing,
Or be a-wandering.
And it saddens me deeply,
That mine is the only perspective,
I’ll ever get to fully experience.
An idea. A motif. An identity. A brand.
A burning desire to go all the way.
A relentless passion.
Is it all it takes?