if it is not meant to be then why does it appear so to me?
why can't it be a straight road with no diversions?
i hate taking bends and losing myself on the way
where on my fragile being reality casts aspersions
i will say my goodbyes to those who greet with faint smiles
and hold on to the ones with fathomless stares
maybe this way i would come across someone who for a change actually cares
the more i digress the more i slip away from ever treacherous time
and in the process of sorting out, my frayed life collects more grime
tell me for once what i have to give for things to be a tad simple?
why is it that i walk through a green meadow only to reach dead periwinkles?
i demand a cheerful hue but am presented with something dark
the illusion is so alluring that the aftermath often seems so stark
how long do i need to trudge before i am robbed off all my desires?
before my insides turn to murky ice immune to even hellfires
