Everything I believed in,
Got lost with time;
Everything I said mine,
Aged away with wine.
Every step I took,
Got erased with each wave;
And everywhere I looked,
All I saw was grave.
All hearts dark,
And all hands closed;
Even from the lake,
A jealous smoke rose.
Stood there in the midst,
A tender heart;
Bruised and hurt,
From the world apart.
Words are all I have,
And words are all I can give;
May it be an expression,
Or be it a piece of advice;
To act or not to, is your decision.
The meaning of my words will change for each,
Based on your perspective and experience;
What I mean to say is not what
You end up understanding;
Yet, Words are all I can give.
My actions are my own,
My reasons for them are different.
You interpret them based on your understanding,
And draw your own conclusions;
Yet, only I will know the true intentions.
My life is my own to live,
Your opinion of it may or may not
Make a difference to my living,
Your judgment of who I am is not me,
Beware, I am not who you think I am!
Of the green trees and roses red,
She sat on the bench and dreamt;
Thinking of the things unknown,
And a thousand possibilities to explore.
A brand new way to live her life,
And a brand new place to discover;
Oh! cheers to the newfound friends,
And a sad adios to the old!
A fresh breath of air so crisp,
And a whole pound of snow;
A change on the scene to make her work,
Or was it just a tick-tack-toe?
Walking away from the home so far,
A question popped into her mind;
Is it a dream to conquer worthwhile,
Or running away was the motto behind!
Wondering over and over again in her head,
She felt utterly trapped and lone;
And just like that, she sat on the bench,
Thinking of the things unknown!