I've exhausted all methods of wasting time
swollen whole by ethos gone by
My heart has grown cold of waiting
snubbed, with overgrown shrubs
It has forgotten the warm embraces
the birds chirping
that a new love can bring
it has forgotten how to love, the exictements
as with sorrow it exits from every broken commitment
Can old memories be retrieved?
Once the right key keeper appears
Finder's keeper, I'd concur
I grew tired of wishing,
and I've mastered the art of walking alone
So I'd keep on treading as I trod
I would need no one's hand to hold,
but my own
Getting over with all the yearning,
now just laughing with what the world brings