To the same old place,
Where the memories are buried
Smoking a few fragile pieces,
Cross armed and worried
Inhaling what's left of-
yesterdays we so long to exhume
From one portion to the other,
Like them travelling sand dunes.
Awaiting our monsoon
And begging the season to change,
Spinning on the axis,
So our alignment will rearrange.
Spiralling down the clockwork,
Arms heed no resistance.
Searching for a rose in the dirt,
Thorns make no difference.
Building self in a mask,
And being someone else.
Dealing your cards in,
Everything you've always felt.
Icicles hanging by a thread,
Ready to impale your thoughts.
And all the voices in your head,
Is all the noise that you've got.
Before you take a leap,
Count all the years you've lost.
And after you leave,
Make sure that the doors are locked.
So long before we evolve,
In the image we claim to be.
And painting upon the canvas,
With colours we still don't see.
Embarking on a journey,
Sailing past the vast sea-
And into a timid pond,
Watching ourselves breathe free.
Now the walls make all windows,
And the sky is clear blue.
You can see a bird fly high,
But so far and in-between few.
So take your self and be gone,
Before you have to pay the dues.
For the longer you stare in a mirror,
More it will look like you.
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