Weighed tons as I walked stuck with it, the glue.
It was dyed blue, I must be well but can anyone cure this chronic flu?
No medicine there to fill that void like affection do.
I want to break the cycle of having no clue,
From this stuck pattern, turning it into geranium from that past navy blue.

I walked through many paths,
Hoping that I'd end up with what I wanted to get,
Like a cat running after a rotten rat,
While fate gave its biggest laugh, watching me from above as it sat.

I found myself in the same doorway,
Even after a million decisions and decades worth of actions,
So scared to step in that hallway,
I turned my back on it and walked against the day.

The thickest wall built on earth,
Giving up against the fear of being third,
Perhaps I'm just setting a dam against my destined mirth,
An already written holy fate is dragging me toward a rebirth.

That insistent path could be my saviour, for certain.
I guess it's time for me to change the weather,
And perhaps it's time for me to open new gates, open my eyes or just open the curtains.
I guess I just wanted to hold onto that one I need to burn, that decade old wormy letter.

Locking every door and throwing away the key,
Was all along the necessity for one to be-
Able to bud in the new beginnings in which one needs to be.
That lost one who found a new hive after flying for 40 days, a honeybee
Loyalty, resignation, embracing, and acceptance all are for that holy & aware entity.

Confusions flooding in, even semantics doesn't have a clue,
Rising complexities, guardian angels don't know what to do,
After a thousand knots, now into the light I see.
Planting new perspectives hoping they'll reach the edge of the galaxy.

Built as a broadcast delay, I could touch the tension in those stares,
When I found myself being -once again- late.
No warning signs exist against the struggle to radicate,
For once, thought printing machine of mine had better not create a bait.

I still believe in euphoria,
Just like I believed in you, for ya.
I was making love with your idea,
With bursting passion, a complete aria.

Healing takes time, they say.
Now it is high time I went on with this day:
Finally being present, taking time to smell the leaves of bay,
I dare say, the infinite maze finally paid.

I never wanted to give up on you,
And it was not my plan to be the one who leaves, too.
Months passed, the only dream I hold onto:
That we both chose to change for each other as our invisible string was not meant to snap in two.

To be very well aware of the signs, from the first second,
Convinced myself you were the one, or that was what my thirst reckoned.
My soul still craves for watching eyes made by weeping cherry blossom.
I want us to sit in that park bench we kissed instead of exploding the nuclear weapon.

Yearning for being able to kiss camellia flowers of you made by twain leaves
You said it would be hard for you to leave,
Well, cutting the wire to leave you was also not with ease.
I wonder if you still keep that little keychain bear and my grey beanie,
As I am still dreaming of you, oh why to be two abandonees?

In metro, observing quietly.
Trying to memorize every face sharply.
Looking for a sign or the one for me.
Something holy, that makes me less lonely.

Other ones don't seem to be as interested as me.
All heads bent downwards, faces dripping into screens.
I can't help but wonder why I have this habit,
A part of me craves someone worth a ring, not a sentimental labyrinth.

Perhaps a piece of me wants to be seen,
Or asks someone to be just keen.
After all, no matter how hard I suppress these emotions
I find it overflowing, oh to be a human being.

It's such a weird dichotomy,
To have the art of noticing coded in me.
I can't help but wonder,
Will I ever find someone as me, ultimately?

In my dreams the scenes unfold pretty neat.
The moment I find someone with this habit,
The time we realize we found the other half after a long bit,
Would we be making moves or just sit?

Two minds who dread starting the conversation firstly.
The real thing that scares my soul is the possibility,
Of finding the one and losing it immediately.
The one who witnesses it all, but never dares involving,
I guess that is the weird dichotomy.

Trying to connect in the metro, is it some form of grieving?
By attempting to leave something aside that I never managed to win over.
Forcing the mirror of my soul to not collide with others as judging gazes hover.
So I'll stare at the blinking station lights and fake that I am not a loner.