One day you won’t need love or me anymore
One day you won’t care about the burden of others
The lies, the commitments they fail to uphold
One day you’ll realize the sun, the sky and
the moonlit night will always be there when people aren’t
One day they’ll call you shouting their hearts out
But that day will be nothing more than every other days of theirs
You’ll listen to their quivering fears and feel absolutely nothing
Your heart will fluster by their every pain and loneliness they show
One day you won’t walk through this earth feeling solitude
As though you were born from it or destined by it
One day you won’t be oblivious by the surrounding of fake feelings and people
But that you won’t be who were or who you’ve been
You will be a collection of past and present endurance of discomfort and uproar thoughts
That day will be my day and every other day.