This vast stinky lake,
I don't remember what dragged me here,
Nor the choices I did make,
That ended me up where I am.
I'm a leaf on windless days.
Indifferent, Clueless, In aimless ways.
That's how I have always been,
Without a trace.
But as I,
Keep sinking deeper and deeper,
I seem to have a clearer vision,
Of what I've done and what I've felt.
Regret sharpens,
And memories seem less hazy.
Yeah here,
I've found it.
Do you remember when I talked about,
That intense feeling of unfamiliarity,
About how I could never,
“Figure you out”?
What have been encircling your face,
Has got me to see that,
No matter how much I knew about you,
I will never know you.
Was it this which got me,
Fleeing away?
I'm not quite sure.
Well, no way.
It was something else,
That I Am, as well,
Not quite sure about.
Clouds are quieter now,
And sun loosens its grip.
But the current wraps me tight,
As I'm being carried away.
Then an old picture comes to mind,
Us on that bus,
Reading poems I stretched out,
Words about us,
And how I'm terrified,
By the reality of Time and Age.
It reminded me of a song,
And you of a book.
You said that I'm still young.
I laughed mockingly,
And played along.
Said : yeah, whatever.
It's June after all,
My youthful locks remain combed,
Unwashed by the November Rain.
The current is now,
Taking me to less pleasing places.
and it's another old picture,
That breaks its way into my mind.
The sight of your,
Immaculate tears,
Sliding down your face,
Born by my wrongs,
A sight I couldn't bear.
But I do have a selfish wish,
That after it's all done,
The scraps I wrote,
Would keep you company.
The sound of my prayer,
Barely stirs the current.
May those scraps bear testament,
That I have condemned myself.