3AM So this is Now
Ghosts of beauty and ghosts of talent
Haunt me no more
Bits and pieces of culture, fusion and fission
I long for brothers and sisters
For family
I can’t sleep
The hidden glory of the past unscathed
I wither away in foreign lands
A few measly moments here and there among sort of kin and the rest with strangers
I am tired of longing
Perhaps I should take you or break you or abandon ship
False worlds of language and pictures occupy us
We seem to long for change in a world that never stops changing
Please come and stare at this wall with me
Let us abandon all thought and mind together
Let tendencies rise and fall
Cherish order yet accommodate chaos
Youth has faded and everywhere I go there are only crossroads
The world is vast and multifaceted
What shall we do and where shall we go?
Whom should I court and how shall I ensnare them with the hook of love?
Authenticity is hard to find and hard to hold onto once found
We retreat into our forests of habit and fall prey to folly
These wretched words they stain my moments
All I am doing is cowering from silence
Slight agony is persistent but bearable
So this is now
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