I looked beyond the crescent moon;
As they went out to slumber with trees.
It was a night, some night in June;
It still paints a vivid illusion of the memory.
It was a time,
A time where we were young and carefree.
*Maybe at that time,
I was the one who could actually see.*
We danced some tune;
The trees were at it too.
We burned brighter than the fire
And of that he knew.
The stars were smiling,
The winds were singing and crying;
Everything I felt was so anew.
We were there dancing or sitting or laughing;
Anything but frowning,
This was a world,
A world in which it was new.
*I remember..
I could hear my heart beating;
I could hear everyone’s heart.
I never felt more connected;
More whole.
'This was nature'*
I looked out the bus window;
At the varied morning colors the sky painted to me.
'Cause maybe at that time..
I was the only one who could see.
Mar 10, 2017
Mar 10, 2017 at 11:05 AM UTC
They looked both ways and chose a road.
The done deal was made,
They took the turn that couldn’t be reversed.
Looking back, they remember the weight;
They had to deal with it, they dealt with it, their own way.
Looking back, they retrace that memory lane,
Remembering the vivid yet the blackness it had obtained.
Thinking there wasn’t something better to do,
But to try and have some fun and just forget for a few.
Not bothering to remember the problems they’d have to face tomorrow;
Though just revel within the moment feeling carefree without the cargo.
But they looked around..
That’s when they see,
That it was then, did they realize,
The nostalgic, the void, that surrounded them like
Islands at seas.
It was then, did realize they were never really complacent at all.
Nothing but an emotion, that never really lasted long.
It was only till then, did they realize, that they got lost into the unknown,
Now they can’t find their way towards the place they called home.
Through it all, the journey continues on.
These past roads have led me here, but many choices are left to make.
Choose wisely the path you take, and just save yourself from another mistake.
Whether you like it or not, you can only accept the mistakes you made
And either learn or run from them.
Though either way,
Life goes on.
Feb 27, 2017
Feb 27, 2017 at 5:43 PM UTC