Down the road I saw a man,
Giving seeds to birds with a gentle hand.
Beside him stood a young boy,
Smoking, lost in a fleeting joy.

One basked in the symphony of flight,
Eyes filled with peace, heart feather-light.
The other, adrift in a digital glow,
Chasing whispers only the winds know.

The man knew the rhythm of time,
Each moment a melody, simple, sublime.
The boy, ensnared in a restless chase,
Seeking solace in a hollow space.

Two paths, two tales under one sky —
One rooted in stillness, one rushing by.
The birds flew free with the man’s grace,
While the boy’s world turned at a frantic pace.

How should I say those words again,
When I know they'll slip away like rain?
You will forget them, quiet and still,
Like shadows lost beyond the hill.

Do you remember the words I spoke,
When the weight of the world nearly broke
My fragile heart? You stood so near —
A shoulder to lean on, a hand sincere.

Your touch was calm, a quiet sea,
Serenity resting inside of me.
I held you close, so tender, so fine,
Believing, somehow, you'd always be mine.

But how should I say you've forgotten me,
While time drifts on like a restless sea?
You move as though I mattered once,
But now I’m a page in a story that hunts
For meaning lost in the folds of time,
A wish you took for granted, sublime.

Was I just a moment, a fleeting grace,
A name you won't even bother to trace?
Tell me, how should I say it again —
These words that vanish like drops of rain?