each year i come back to where i had been earlier,
wasn't i ever meant to be somewhere?
where did my destiny go?
the whole of which i was meant to be a part of..
All i see is my reflection in a hall of mirrors
i see them fade away
the dreams , into a watercolored sky and leafless winters,
the mechanism is hard to explain ,
i am gettin what i have wanted...
then what is this waiting about,
as if hoping for something to shape up,
a tangible reality is feeble ,
my surreal existence is making no attempt to confront itself
reducing it to insignificance,
rediculing life,
running up, against the walls of a caged delusion,
i am lackadaisical,
content to let the moments come and go,
my faults are common ones,
but cant be forgiven,
because i cant blame others.. when i decieve myself,
the silent rage of unspoken words .
i am an answer to what i've subjected my soul to.
