The days and nights
cluster like dust.
Mistakes from times
of youthful lust.
For there's a change, that even with regret,
cannot be undone.
Like the lonely and the fearless...
from glories lost and gone.
And as the rains pour to cleanse our path,
of reckless deeds and scars of wrath,
the nights unfold, and memories pass;
leaving the ruins of past bygone....
Through a route of thorns and broken glass!

Do not mistaken me for a dying tune,
Nor stare with sympathy or regret...
We all have chosen roads, and goals we have set,
but please;
do walk away and remember we met...
I do not know you, nor myself, I bet...
But the day's still young,
and the leaves are wet...
The moments will come...
When I'll stand *****...
Just as i do now,
with this weight off my chest!

A.r. Bazian
*Written in  2010