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2012-02-09 | |
My time is frozen in you,
My tongue is twisted,
Canâ€™t say the words, theyâ€™re clogged insideâ€¦
I miss you and I will always love youâ€¦
My muse is gone, am not so much amused,
My timing was wrong and ... got bruised.
â€śIn time, your time will be no moreâ€ť, you say,
Youâ€™ve left a lot of sand behind, to mark your wayâ€¦
But whatâ€™s Time Itself, where does it go?
A multitude of grains, in hourglass caught,
A way to build a trail, in hearts, sometime agoâ€¦
A dune of splinters of the reality thought.
A dream behind the curtains,
Iâ€™m here, and I am notâ€¦
A â€śpick-a-booâ€ť show, that hasnâ€™t started yet,
A story with no endingsâ€¦
â€¦And therefore, no regrets.
We twist and turn the tale,
For something we convene,
And leave the deeds as baitsâ€¦serene,
For Time, the thief, the grains, to stealâ€¦
Afraid was I of short comings ahead of us, to be,
And left the Time entrapping,
Youâ€™ve said it: â€śLet It Beâ€ťâ€¦
Oh, Mute, and Deaf, and Blind Iâ€™m being,
Imagination is whatâ€™s left to beâ€¦
A nightmare with no finishings and no regrets, no sorrows,
And wake-up in the morning, how many more Tomorrows?
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