The sky amidst
I think of those I miss
Even a day could change
Things we never thought age

I think of us
Sitting on the bus
I will change for us
Why am I holding a dry husk

Of the people I fought for
Some not anymore
Some are ropes
I pull no hopes

I would go back
My mind playbacks
I walk on empty shells
My heart aches as hell

You people are here
But can you hear
My thoughts that linger
Maybe you no longer tingle

The rain still patters
I am in fetters
The sky hangs amiss
I wonder about those I miss

I’m so useless
All out of tears
Just wanna lay here
With no one near
I have so much fears
Crippling up in jeers
“Not good enough” is all I hear
My own thoughts I fear

I’m afraid I’ve fallen in love
The idea of company sounds great
Family, friends, soulmates
I love the silence
Now some chatter feels good
I’ve changed
I long for company

The hurting tree writhes
See the ivy all around
Its mistakes they bind
You may not see as I do
There is life if you look close

And I want to tell
I just have to yell
That I’m blessed beyond words
Despite fighting with swords
It’s okay now don’t bail (bell)

If I speak my mind
I unleash my inner thoughts
You must promise not to get angry

If I do not
I cease to be myself
You are content

If I speak up
I unleash the demons that whisper to our thoughts
You must learn to silent yours

If I do not
I cease to understand you
You fail to connect my mind
(now read it bottom-up/replace ‘you’ with ‘I’)

I was fire, you were ice
You said you'd never crack

I'd like to think you did
Under the flames o' mine

We thought we'd reached equilibrium
Until things got uncomfortable

Fiery as I, bitter as you
We summon blows

I am fire, you are ice
People say opposites attract

We thought the same
Yet we never saw each other again

I had high hopes you’d make a sincere lover
I had high hopes despite your dark past
I had high hopes you were determined to change
I had high hopes you understood what I meant by change
I had high hopes despite our differences
I had high hopes we could work something out
I have high hopes now I was truly biased

The well-liked one
But liked none

She preferred joy
Yet chose coy

Expand social circles
Running circus

Maybe we try
Then you cry

Clearly friends
Are never trends

So she sighed
Never aimed high

Till a guy
Gave another sigh

Tell me why
Things never tie

Perhaps some time
The wind shall chime

We should never be frightened by
We should never shy away from
We should never stop questioning

...
The meaning of life. They evolve with maturity
The reason for our thoughts, words, actions. They evaluate our beliefs and change
The right thing to do. They are necessary pains to wash your conscience with

before,
how people grow up
why people change
who people become
what people fall for
where people find home
if love even exists

then,
these happened to me
one at a time
or simultaneously

now,
it is still ongoing
it is inevitable

you pull through
you get a grip
you kick and move
you start swimming

fresh.
The moment water trickles down your body

clean.
The moment you step out of the showers

aromatic.
The moment the smell of freshly brewed beverage hits

savoury.
The moment amazing breakfast washes into your mouth

personal.
The moment you put on music and hum along

Known to some
Unknown to none

Where heart is
Soul search tis

Present to some
Absent to come

Tune that *****
Lest forgotten

Warmth to some
Froth to thrum

Rise a rhythm
Find its freedom

Windows high or low, windows sing or woe (if they could effect sounds)
Windows are protestants of peace; often the mediator between the inside and the out
They tirelessly shield us from the rain and sun, the dust and even noise, sometimes the wind itself too; so things don't topple over
There are times you open them, when you look out and think of an adventure out
There are also times you close them, when you seek some respite
Windows, if anything, are the forgotten heroes of time
They are your guides, your decision-making helpers, as is the Spirit
Their panes (pains) are to be taken care of, wiped regularly for absolute clarity
They nudge, with the help of wind sometimes, dying not to be ignored
They crave interaction with its user, oh if only our owners knew they cry
Knowing how to operate them for full utilisation is truly, a skill