Clear words spark from clear minds,

But we refuse to make this a focus.

Our generation’s prose may be punctual,

But it possesses no pain.

For we prescribe until our pain subsides,

And we watch it fade away.

I'm sick at the sight of you.
There's a sudden hole in my heart.
I want to reach out to you,
But I decide to depart.
Can I shake off this madness?
Could I no longer care?
I'm a fool who's stuck in sadness,
While you've felt no despair.
I must learn to get over you.
There's no question or doubt.
But how can I do something that I haven't figured out?
Immersed with your memory,
I feel a sort of shame.
Solely because I know you don't feel the same.
Eyes swelling and emotions unveiling,
I beg them to subside.
And soon all my thoughts of you are nothing but snide.
How could you let me in so deep, only to bury me alive?
Was I just a toy to you? A sort of prize?
Maybe we both were the same in each others game.
But it appears that I left no mark,
While you left a stain.
Lessons learned, I'm moving on,
Since you've done the same.
I hope you won't regret the decision you made.
Because one things for sure,
I'm never going back to you again.

So where’s the love that I shall find?
Is it natural or divine?
It is knocking on my door,
But if I open, what’s in store?
Three questions in four lines,
I’m always seeking,
But never find.
One day when I’m looking at the life that’s behind,
I’ll see that what I was seeking had always been mine.
And that questions don’t lead to answers,
Because only time can tell.
So try what you want, and let yourself fail.
Answers are only summoned from our paths as they unwind.
So let your life happen, and leave your worries behind.