This seemed apt right now despite the fact that it came into existence much earlier, as I seem to be in a similar sorta trip... I don't really know where we're headed and in all likelihood it may not come full circle which is a shame. 'Tis time to pack our bags and catch the next bus for I don't think i'll be coming home to the furniture of my life....
Open your sight and follow the white rabbit,
A journey not as arduous as of the hobbit.
Come my sweetness; let’s reach for that star,
But first a laugh at our whiskey bar.
I lost my way; you turned your head,
They ‘clicked’, we hurt and they ‘clacked’.
We went our paths to wonders, depths and moments galore
Wasn’t much but it missed the spark as decreed by folklore.
The monsoons came, smelling of that sweet musk, Ah nostalgia!!
Washed away the old and invited promise of a new criteria.
Cocoons came and butterflies went…
Memories dwindled but the need did not relent…
The sun is now out and I notice the door’s ajar,
I look around but my crew is quite afar
Should I beckon them for one final hurrah?
Probably not, never was our mantra…
In the twilight; a hop, skip and jump away, I spot a face
A face I hold dear, one so vague reminiscent of outer space.
It’s not mine, never was to begin with,
Just another illusion like life over death.
I will walk thy road and hope to link arms with them not long from now,
but if moss were to fog our vision and deny us our final bow;
I hope v go out with a bang rather than a meek little meow.
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since nobody likes this, i shall post on it...
Mudi.. you are a genius and your legion of fans love you, even if they reside in a small faction of your imagination...siiiigh
Hehe.
It sounds like an amalgamation of so many songs.
What were you thinking when you wrote this?
This is actually one of my favs from a long time back.. :)
It's a mixture of my relationships (love, mates and life), and where I felt I stood at that point in time.
So i guess, in a way it is an amalgamation of many songs.
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