Saturday, May 17, 2008
At the Dawn
Things around me happen so fast
That I forget to cherish each and one of them
And soon after I figured I must
Comes the reality, "Sorry it's out of grasp."
Why is it that it's me who's always left behind
Even after giving most of what I have?
Still people find a way to leave me in the dark
And go on with their lives clueless of what I feel.
It is true as they say, all things come to an end
But in my case, when everything seems to start fine
Then comes a plague wreaking over dreams that I've planned
Leaving nothing on its trail, even memories I wish I have.
Sometimes I tend to believe I'm....
(to be continued)
That I forget to cherish each and one of them
And soon after I figured I must
Comes the reality, "Sorry it's out of grasp."
Why is it that it's me who's always left behind
Even after giving most of what I have?
Still people find a way to leave me in the dark
And go on with their lives clueless of what I feel.
It is true as they say, all things come to an end
But in my case, when everything seems to start fine
Then comes a plague wreaking over dreams that I've planned
Leaving nothing on its trail, even memories I wish I have.
Sometimes I tend to believe I'm....
(to be continued)
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