And when it finally hit usThe blow so strong we fall
Together with all that we've been holding onto
Into our own manic, mindless states
We ask - How?
Nothing comes without warning
This we always forget and let pass
Realization comes with desire
A habitual thing - to rewind and go back
Always to go back
But by now it should've dawned on us
That there are no shortcuts
No U-turns
For this we often weep
Silently or out loud
The tears still stain.
No comments:
Post a Comment