Do you know what awaits beyond
Your dreams and hopes?
Do you suddenly in the later years
start to think about regrets?
Before losing oneself in the tide
Of timeless past amidst a dense thought
Of who we ought to be,
There in the afterthoughts stirring
In the depths of your gut,
A great extension of yourself comes about,
That which blindly guides us through
The dust of days.
And the rust of yesterday's patterns glues
Itself to your brain which racks itself
And inhabits the heart which weighs
Itself heavy.
Do you remember when she first kissed
You suddenly and intently?
Do you remember when she walked away
In tears and you furiously said nothing?
And she became a regret
Waiting in ambush,
And the thought of her becomes like
A deep well in a vast desert,
The water inside holds a bittersweet charm,
She still awes you,
Against all the time,
Afainst the whole of the Earth,
And still a hope erupts from somewhere
Deeper like the rope that pulls you
Out of yourself.
Such a familiar sadness.
Who are you compared to then?
And the hope wells against the tide,
Another part of you is born,
This one can see a distant light
From a certain view.
And the rage is a hope,
The regret a sad song,
we remain more
When time is least,
And the least becomes
A joyous misery.
