Sometimes I wonder whether it would be easier,
if a meteor of memories crashed and burnt into nothingness,
or if I carried it with me long enough it would degrade with my soul.
Sometimes, some days I reminisce the taste of sea salt,
across my tongue from the residues of the beach,
and some days I reminisce the same taste of tears
I have cried over women.
There is a barrier between who I aim to be and who I dream to be,
there aren’t enough shining knights so I buy a shiny armour;
just after a time when knights in shining armour aren’t valuable.
Some days I buy the ***** and bury it all alongside a drink,
but most days I try to find out the past mistakes of my dyslexia in women.
Do I or do I not ...want to relive it all again?
Whether the summer breeze or the winter wind blows across me;
Shall I see you still standing silently awaiting me?