I spent my days and nights thinking about the end of life's passage
how can i escape these demons i created for myself, the question I asked myself at the end of my thinking session
i think the truth is scanty
if the mind wanders away the heart follows
if i close my eyes let all i can carry coe to me
this is me living in the enternal place
if you want to forget about me, let your smiling face depart from me too
the old crowd or the new crowd
i think the old one has gone
the next time we meet, let our moment never be wasted
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