For all the avoided truths, for all the lies wasted
The dreams changed their course, the life switched its path
Stuck in the maze of could have, should have, would have,
I follow hope like a musk deer.
I ran so hard that I lost direction
I dived so deep I turned shallow.
I look behind for what has been left behind,
I look around for what has been carried away.
Here I am, left with myself.
Walking in the void, nothing touches me, nothing catches my attention.
Hung between the coordinates, I glide through the nothingness.
I am a man without a fate, a journey without a destination.
I watch in silence as the curtains fall
and the stillness creeps in.
I reach out with my hands
and all I can scratch is emptiness stuck in my nails.
The plaster of the past doesn’t come out,
it remains and makes its presence felt.
Something alien, something that doesn’t belong.
something that should be gone. but doesn’t go..
The magic in the moments is not gone
but the moments are not magical anymore.
Love stories were always to end in happiness.
But the credits are rolling now n smiles are yet to follow.
I always believed in happy endings. I always was a masochist
My life, as I had dreamt of;
My dreams as I had seen them;
My vision, as I had imagined it to be;
My imagination, that went haywire.
