You're too light hearted when I'm trying to be serious.
You're too distant when I'm feeling delirious.
You're always cracking jokes, while I'm trying to be honest
You're ******* with my hopes, while I'm trying my hardest.
You're leading me somewhere I'll never return from.
I'm pleading with you, can I leave a trail of bread crumbs?
Your maelstrom has already destroyed the past.
Your storm has already flooded the caste.
You're like the Wheel, spontaneous, yet ever present.
Thrice I tapped my heels, battling with resentment.
Where do I go, now that my home is in shambles?
You're already gone... at least, you left me my sandals.