There is a road I want to travel,
but I don't know where it leads to,
I wish it takes me to my dreamland,
where I am the master of my own fate,
or maybe it just pulls me out,
of this misery that I wish to abate.
There are few words I wish to speak,
but I don't know what they are,
maybe they express my sorrow, or maybe a guilt,
or maybe they just speak of a life,
that I have never really managed to live.
There is something I wish to ask someone,
but I am scared to know if that someone even exists anymore,
what if he is buried under the sands of time,
with only a few prints of his presence left behind?
and what if those prints never fade away,
leaving me in a state where I am neither here, nor there to stay?
There is something I wish to ask someone,
but I am scared to know what I want to ask,
what if my question raises a thousand questions back in my face?
what if the answers to those questions were never ever meant to be?
Or, what if I just end up asking what I want to
And end up knowing all the answers,
would I be too sad after that?
Or would I have a content heart forever after that?
There are few faces I want to bring a smile on,
lest I know how to smile myself,
what if those faces don't know me anymore?
would I still be yearning to see them happy?
or would I just care no more?
There are few thoughts left to be penned,
few words left to be scribbled,
few lines yet to finish,
few pages yet to be flipped,
but what if those books are dust laden now?
what if those pages have already been torn?
what if those words have long been forgotten?
and those thoughts don't matter anymore?
There are so many questions with answers to none,
there are so many actions with a purpose to none,
there are so many expressions with meanings to none,
so many lives I have already lead, but sadly, with a soul to none.
Should I just carry on, hoping for some miracle to conjure?
should I just stroll along, hoping for the path to unfold itself?
Or should I simply give up - shattered and perished,
and learn to live without a heart, that I once cherished?
but I don't know where it leads to,
I wish it takes me to my dreamland,
where I am the master of my own fate,
or maybe it just pulls me out,
of this misery that I wish to abate.
There are few words I wish to speak,
but I don't know what they are,
maybe they express my sorrow, or maybe a guilt,
or maybe they just speak of a life,
that I have never really managed to live.
There is something I wish to ask someone,
but I am scared to know if that someone even exists anymore,
what if he is buried under the sands of time,
with only a few prints of his presence left behind?
and what if those prints never fade away,
leaving me in a state where I am neither here, nor there to stay?
There is something I wish to ask someone,
but I am scared to know what I want to ask,
what if my question raises a thousand questions back in my face?
what if the answers to those questions were never ever meant to be?
Or, what if I just end up asking what I want to
And end up knowing all the answers,
would I be too sad after that?
Or would I have a content heart forever after that?
There are few faces I want to bring a smile on,
lest I know how to smile myself,
what if those faces don't know me anymore?
would I still be yearning to see them happy?
or would I just care no more?
There are few thoughts left to be penned,
few words left to be scribbled,
few lines yet to finish,
few pages yet to be flipped,
but what if those books are dust laden now?
what if those pages have already been torn?
what if those words have long been forgotten?
and those thoughts don't matter anymore?
There are so many questions with answers to none,
there are so many actions with a purpose to none,
there are so many expressions with meanings to none,
so many lives I have already lead, but sadly, with a soul to none.
Should I just carry on, hoping for some miracle to conjure?
should I just stroll along, hoping for the path to unfold itself?
Or should I simply give up - shattered and perished,
and learn to live without a heart, that I once cherished?
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