I have been too blind to see,
the depth of the pit,
the place where i fell;
so that's how it is after all.
I never realized it,
not until it's too late.
I failed, I failed.
Repeatedly telling myself that.
In this pit, there is a light.
I can't grasp it,
Neither can I hold it.
I have no right...
Staring at it from afar,
Is there hope for me,
the one buried in this pit of doom.
Can I break free?
Well, I'll sit here,
weeping for more days to come,
laughing, occassionaly,
smiling, while I'll say-
So why hope...
Why wish,
Why dream...
If only that isn't a futile thing to do.
If only the world isn't surrounded by water.
If only the clouds were not so high.
If only I could have a dinner in the moon.
If only the sun sets and rises in the same place.
If only...
but yeah I get it,
a feeble dream,
a human thing to do so...
Inspired by this... 'A trifle, a little, the likeness of a dream...and death comes as the end'
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